tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791491827192895852024-03-12T21:40:31.216-07:00Where I Walked<b>A journal of walks and hikes taken in and around Portland, OR and Vancouver, WA</b>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-57801266791665580782013-09-15T20:56:00.000-07:002013-09-15T21:00:05.128-07:00Forest Park, Hike 26Ever since I shifted from walking to running, I haven't had much to post here. Then, a few months back, I rediscovered Forest Park and it's many, many miles of trails (80 miles in all, if you count all the side trails and firelanes). I've found that a mix of running and walking/hiking works best, as about half the trails are fairly flat, while others (especially the firelanes!) are quite steep. The soft ground is great for the feet and knees, but one must be careful, as I've tripped more than once on some of the roots growing across the trails.<br />
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I've been starting to work my way through a wonderful book called <a href="http://media.oregonlive.com/books_impact/photo/wildernessjpg-be050d5c3732d792.jpg" target="blank"><i>One City's Wilderness, Portland's Forest Park</i></a> and have officially completed eight of them. I've been going at it randomly, based on how I feel that day: Steep or flat, long or short, close-to-city or farther north... Today was Hike 26: Firelane 5, Leif Erikson Drive, Cleator Trail, Wildwood Trail, and Saltzman Road Loop (4.1 miles), listed as moderate with a 413 foot cumulative elevation gain.
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Starting at the Saltzman Road Trailhead, I parked my car and started down Firelane 5, first wide and gravelly but soon more earthen and "natural," passing a nice lookout point with emerging fall colors, and eventually connecting with Leif Erikson Drive, where I walked past an interesting looking, now abandoned water tank that used to be available for fighting wildfires but now is a spectacular habitat for ferns.</div>
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After proceeding along Leif Erikson Drive for about a mile, passing under some mossy fallen trees, I turned sharply to the right up steep Cleator Trail.<br />
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At the intersection of Wildwood Trail and Saltzman Road, I was suddenly taken by the absolute stillness, and silence, of the spot. I pulled out my camera and tried to capture what it looked and felt like. (Sorry, but camera phones just can't do it justice).</div>
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I then turned up Saltzman Road and walked for about another mile before returning to my car, a bit tired but quite refreshed. A nice way to spend an hour and a half on a Sunday afternoon!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMnDATjJYojkC0vn5JxlqeFe2qdhJq-BmTJ6-bLQF6QlSdj_mz3IxArEKVdevsvJhFHKtQOdNVyhzsJZ1Gpr23alZ0enbpbLxcoA6AA1NS6A5rcQBRGhLT12QZBNuSoNzlIvHNMovvPSu/s1600/8+Saltzman+Rd+back+to+gate.jpg" imageanchor="1" target="blank"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMnDATjJYojkC0vn5JxlqeFe2qdhJq-BmTJ6-bLQF6QlSdj_mz3IxArEKVdevsvJhFHKtQOdNVyhzsJZ1Gpr23alZ0enbpbLxcoA6AA1NS6A5rcQBRGhLT12QZBNuSoNzlIvHNMovvPSu/s200/8+Saltzman+Rd+back+to+gate.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-73805863601915317142012-02-24T11:17:00.014-08:002012-02-24T12:23:07.397-08:00Gimme (Marquam) ShelterIn answer to the question "What did you do before the game on Superbowl Sunday?" here you go. (I know...everybody's been asking!)<br /><br />I drove up to Hillsdale on Capitol "Highway" and took a left on Terwilliger. As the road wound down the hill toward OHSU, with a walking/jogging sidewalk on the right, I scanned left to see if there were any entrances to possible hiking trails. Sure enough, about a mile or so I saw it: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZV26Hu3Q_DvgkZ6R8K7nGqE6MNwkceqlkrhP5hH4Rrnw9wkofBksJPGNMu9qkNnnhv_CneAMi66MHd0VRiId_MdlCmQj5P7mU67b4U7-wFevrv6cNSauSyGCEDlr2VQFA3TRHbyJCPhlp/s1600/01+sign+to+shelter.jpg" target="blank"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZV26Hu3Q_DvgkZ6R8K7nGqE6MNwkceqlkrhP5hH4Rrnw9wkofBksJPGNMu9qkNnnhv_CneAMi66MHd0VRiId_MdlCmQj5P7mU67b4U7-wFevrv6cNSauSyGCEDlr2VQFA3TRHbyJCPhlp/s200/01+sign+to+shelter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712784604626535954" /></a><br /><br />The sign said (only) 1.7 miles to the shelter, which seemed like a nice destination point, making my intended round trip a "simple" 3.4 miles. As it turned out, there were a few hills along the way that made it a bit more strenuous than planned. (Guess that's why they call it the West Hills, eh?) But anyway, car parked at the side of the road, I headed in, soon coming to a rickety wooden bridge, making my way up some winding paths and eventually coming to a nice bench upon which to rest (where I got my first mosquito bites of the year!), then finally to a trail leading up to Marquam Hill Road, at about 0.9 miles toward the search for shelter.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs20HShuSIGYEz94YkI7qqBpPjcA7AZX1JQjLRiRggnNiKAoY5gjag9p8D2Pwy6RI9hw3rFvZ4yYPxvS3W_DFbevZkfWOlovekIZqs20w_B6P1KpEwzlz6WfakcqEXeBeSeUcoMwQKfsbx/s1600/02+first+bridge.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs20HShuSIGYEz94YkI7qqBpPjcA7AZX1JQjLRiRggnNiKAoY5gjag9p8D2Pwy6RI9hw3rFvZ4yYPxvS3W_DFbevZkfWOlovekIZqs20w_B6P1KpEwzlz6WfakcqEXeBeSeUcoMwQKfsbx/s320/02+first+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712788110666053202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykNDjLUvozo2ghJNMLSJLvzgb4hzggOOXKvSWBGTYtJhijUO6f_k-FnXV1WUaKOqassWxsp9FfbIn3hu3xR_jU2AzCYSKJf3otcZohfUONSAPq86i3mYYwHi2GVAtwjmNR6IvTth4cUMe/s1600/02c+bench+to+rest.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykNDjLUvozo2ghJNMLSJLvzgb4hzggOOXKvSWBGTYtJhijUO6f_k-FnXV1WUaKOqassWxsp9FfbIn3hu3xR_jU2AzCYSKJf3otcZohfUONSAPq86i3mYYwHi2GVAtwjmNR6IvTth4cUMe/s320/02c+bench+to+rest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712788105870574082" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhC2LiAfTytakZgFAF2S9Uo1xQOZ2OeBz3BVPQ9QZnLx9NExUTmqF466e3jMaMkaKzj1TU2_dydwjYVd_Yr69fiogAu_dt7PFr5KAgJaF0D2HIF1mexLmLgLmRtNCTo0uHnz0uC71Mm8tu/s1600/02b+trail+to+road+before+reservoir.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhC2LiAfTytakZgFAF2S9Uo1xQOZ2OeBz3BVPQ9QZnLx9NExUTmqF466e3jMaMkaKzj1TU2_dydwjYVd_Yr69fiogAu_dt7PFr5KAgJaF0D2HIF1mexLmLgLmRtNCTo0uHnz0uC71Mm8tu/s320/02b+trail+to+road+before+reservoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712788096287023666" /></a><br /><br />Just across the road, I came to Marquam Reservoir No. 2, and made my way down a fairly steep and quite rocky wide trail, eventually coming to the Shelter.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xQLJpN-nxiH9LirCmllNOnYEgtFigW50Mp5PpUzK7GhugSqN9rOA8OUqbccMOUiQJ6lXCpdsoI3ufPRza6mnybCsvhyphenhyphenS9jwqMnmQKkGq1_ZprjrNm9bT7CY49XMPRp0AOrFC0hsYpsuL/s1600/03+marquam+reservoir+no.+2.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil09lNDUaABej6wX2uUPmcrkN_8OEISfuFKFUAuQA3KBW9hj5E3nD55cYPtYGCyEJvzjog-ufZRN8dLYWO74xrmOkkLWXEPXKa8MYyrdOuAbsFboFFbrLNWiGxzG7UzlzTOm6cHR851wvm/s320/05+shelter+seen+from+trail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712791380606564450" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZgipNeDhBOVcFFK6-k9qQdnpC7C6Uy9-Udu55Qkw6p6rAFF1qdyWHL3Ep79kO1PII718mxGVFlH2TKFkmf5Mz5PsBoKQWI8mYskFatfvSImisIX1JOL43Lps7WN29zVuSAWqYxtbSn5g/s1600/06+shelter+with+natural+seats.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZgipNeDhBOVcFFK6-k9qQdnpC7C6Uy9-Udu55Qkw6p6rAFF1qdyWHL3Ep79kO1PII718mxGVFlH2TKFkmf5Mz5PsBoKQWI8mYskFatfvSImisIX1JOL43Lps7WN29zVuSAWqYxtbSn5g/s320/06+shelter+with+natural+seats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712791376771388514" /></a><br /><br />I can't find much info on the Marquam Shelter online, but it <span style="font-style:italic;">is </span>a nice respite for hill-fatigued hikers. <br /><br />Rested at the halfway point, I turned up the steep rocky slope and started back. Again crossing Marquam Hill Road, I enjoyed going DOWN the winding trails and crossing a bridge with truly crooked stairs, taking in all the green moss, vines and ferns while breathing the fresh oxygen that they provided. The sunshine filtering through the trees made for a nice semi-shaded, semi-sunny trek.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkq_cWNX-yRTZmtS7sp5hrMJcVJnuVDWglva-98H1Jp1noAUh_q0XIaRjdz1etUPPago8vFyYH-2dpZJw2P2YpfHwAHuILjVZazw-vGfE1-nLysDEOwSLUFwWY2Oj-ve8ml_mkNrSIX4eK/s1600/08+winding+path.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkq_cWNX-yRTZmtS7sp5hrMJcVJnuVDWglva-98H1Jp1noAUh_q0XIaRjdz1etUPPago8vFyYH-2dpZJw2P2YpfHwAHuILjVZazw-vGfE1-nLysDEOwSLUFwWY2Oj-ve8ml_mkNrSIX4eK/s320/08+winding+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712796207014674818" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGWf54HUqCKTxpzA5-vE7xQh1qLxHA0-w_3wEdwk1tDkpo2hx_cCTPofAUzJNu5kr0pmJr5FxvpphN3w68auHeVUOncY_7QbO1ZSagIXg6OZIz7wYmWRSftfBDOUYiANSY5jXGI_ea6q0/s1600/09+crooked+stairs.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGWf54HUqCKTxpzA5-vE7xQh1qLxHA0-w_3wEdwk1tDkpo2hx_cCTPofAUzJNu5kr0pmJr5FxvpphN3w68auHeVUOncY_7QbO1ZSagIXg6OZIz7wYmWRSftfBDOUYiANSY5jXGI_ea6q0/s320/09+crooked+stairs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712796200765729938" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ad7Dl-RkXI61N1FxZa2wdu3_v5AzETPAGsg0wtYlY0S4DXOh57h3IsoqO0j2fxf_hXp1dqUl0Czm-gC_aJ4cH35QDH2XOjcBwwKcXJw0CmNjgIMqFPsLDrgMgKkuP7vvHOmxxTUxWUda/s1600/09b+lots+of+green.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ad7Dl-RkXI61N1FxZa2wdu3_v5AzETPAGsg0wtYlY0S4DXOh57h3IsoqO0j2fxf_hXp1dqUl0Czm-gC_aJ4cH35QDH2XOjcBwwKcXJw0CmNjgIMqFPsLDrgMgKkuP7vvHOmxxTUxWUda/s320/09b+lots+of+green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712796176956744290" /></a><br /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdl39ottvELCUcijm5kL9oIrRt5jjmv-NTMfeKD6lqFexDKJZ2WfYmHwIu6CNI5KqlGiEvzt4O1Ivl_YPO17G3FJPeQiJPlP7r1AGn1IP0F_rAI0LIpuY3f9nQL45ha-VkC5QhvAGWtbCg/s1600/10+lots+of+ferns.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdl39ottvELCUcijm5kL9oIrRt5jjmv-NTMfeKD6lqFexDKJZ2WfYmHwIu6CNI5KqlGiEvzt4O1Ivl_YPO17G3FJPeQiJPlP7r1AGn1IP0F_rAI0LIpuY3f9nQL45ha-VkC5QhvAGWtbCg/s320/10+lots+of+ferns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712796171696345362" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglHTa179uzgGnC8gU7NcyM4IxkMMwQEtvmHnUyq4IqiAHztaF-5eRCvUpQv3xiSm3stNnCXMzPydeKL4mjwza9n6ClRUl1zFxE-JlvEEkr4VG1_KlsCOjw277vJiOqotliDnC-eIIYfCpl/s1600/10b+green+on+hillside.jpg"target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglHTa179uzgGnC8gU7NcyM4IxkMMwQEtvmHnUyq4IqiAHztaF-5eRCvUpQv3xiSm3stNnCXMzPydeKL4mjwza9n6ClRUl1zFxE-JlvEEkr4VG1_KlsCOjw277vJiOqotliDnC-eIIYfCpl/s320/10b+green+on+hillside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712796161857453218" /></a><br /><br />And so, back to the car, and back home to watch the big game. Too bad the Patriots didn't win it (again), but after this lovely outdoor experience, I couldn't get too down. I've since done the hike again (faster this time; getting in better shape), and it was still fun, with soft paths and negligible mud - not bad for February in Portland!David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-39712837977434282932011-05-04T12:53:00.000-07:002011-05-09T18:59:57.115-07:00Walk 50: Powell Butte (4 miles)First, a confession: This final walk wasn't one of the official 50 of the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/There-treks-around-Portland-Vancouver/dp/0966247396/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1296958028&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Walk There</a> book, but it <span style="font-style:italic;">was</span> mentioned in the back in a section titled "More Great Places to Walk." The actual (50th) walk was "Route Two" of <a href="http://wheredavidwalked.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html" target="_blank">Walk 17</a>, of the Springwater Corridor Trail. I found myself near it during <a href="http://wheredavidwalked.blogspot.com/2011/02/walk-31-gresham-butte-saddle-trail-5.html" target="_blank">Walk 31</a>, and since it was along the way I covered this distance of the trail. But since this section of the Springwater Trail had been so uninspiring, I didn't really want to make a whole separate post about it. So, Powell Butte it was, thanks to the suggestion of good friend Amy C.<br /><br />The entrance to Powell Butte was at SE 162nd Avenue, immediately off Highway 26 in Gresham. It was raining during the drive out there, but as I had planned it (wink), the rain stopped and we had sunny weather the whole walk.<br /><br />I say "we" because I was joined by my lovely wife Lisa this special day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoQDllP9G5prt6esvbiMnXLdQxJu1R4ccYlQttrrI2YxE3GK2LsBXvDURTKefzM-WmOrZ1lekoIo7E74TR97fIpP3T7DkC1RCbwu7sWCERlkPsSqNfo4AnCigJBA8oXMUixpcpBAYGWs7/s1600/01+lisa.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoQDllP9G5prt6esvbiMnXLdQxJu1R4ccYlQttrrI2YxE3GK2LsBXvDURTKefzM-WmOrZ1lekoIo7E74TR97fIpP3T7DkC1RCbwu7sWCERlkPsSqNfo4AnCigJBA8oXMUixpcpBAYGWs7/s320/01+lisa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957820648408466" /></a><br /><br />The paved trail led up a gentle slope toward the top of the butte. Looking back, we were treated to a beautiful panoramic view miles in each direction. The clouds were just high enough to see many of the surrounding buttes and peaks. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7Z6n6cMVXjv2StrwjKIR3iSIPlyMwUS_fGtfuvS0hsH0RHZIDY3dDDda01nk2H_YQ5KJYx5EZdqhcoLmKmzsGqmyp6p23fsUXWNi3ZISMIZyqG5avtKajN6Wg3ch-BsRkSS-yTbst_Az/s1600/02+view.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7Z6n6cMVXjv2StrwjKIR3iSIPlyMwUS_fGtfuvS0hsH0RHZIDY3dDDda01nk2H_YQ5KJYx5EZdqhcoLmKmzsGqmyp6p23fsUXWNi3ZISMIZyqG5avtKajN6Wg3ch-BsRkSS-yTbst_Az/s320/02+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957814002097394" /></a><br /><br />The path looped around until we spotted a turnoff to a lesser used trail heading toward a wooded area. My motto: Always head for the path less traveled (if it doesn't look too treacherous).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeswJ33w6ubBBA88Vc3FsDYWffFty1-3Cgo_8kPHYBrg9oCw5VEQYuZsSaJMNiraYK57HcTn2V-AQNQTBGkfYTCgmaA_oiJk91tbjvmuvhjJI3D-MqVPOjGXEt1RxHQMZdddAPnG8GzxQ/s1600/03+into+the+woods.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeswJ33w6ubBBA88Vc3FsDYWffFty1-3Cgo_8kPHYBrg9oCw5VEQYuZsSaJMNiraYK57HcTn2V-AQNQTBGkfYTCgmaA_oiJk91tbjvmuvhjJI3D-MqVPOjGXEt1RxHQMZdddAPnG8GzxQ/s320/03+into+the+woods.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957810154758642" /></a><br /><br />Lots of green was to be seen, and mixed shade/sun made for a very pretty and relaxing walk. My favorite sights, though, were the interesting ways the older trees had died and fallen:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTWvF7KPSITCsPTr85uK4mI30BJERzqgok4waz_ObVwso25M7cKlEpR5yfkv4uIP8aorBtWf6IaIGnzfRDuYioeIXtOqnQs1wGG-eQhhr7phY4Ia5mhVWAsrlh8-jca8cKIepzWPCNYIc/s1600/04+uprooted.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTWvF7KPSITCsPTr85uK4mI30BJERzqgok4waz_ObVwso25M7cKlEpR5yfkv4uIP8aorBtWf6IaIGnzfRDuYioeIXtOqnQs1wGG-eQhhr7phY4Ia5mhVWAsrlh8-jca8cKIepzWPCNYIc/s320/04+uprooted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957722730134658" /></a><br /><br />After a mile and a half or so, the trail led back out and up toward the top of the butte again, where we came across a set of wooden pointers, each labeled with a physical landmark (like Mt. Hood or Larch Mountain, for example) and the distance to it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorvfMbLKrvspVNT2nLMXYJmsKo6ABOuyCRdGfAKse48yam48f5mkcqrTeHxfwHJ-oc5IlGDG6k17Kr0XOAj0ahVp9mmEBdAIatZxdCDAU6NhR8jMcwErq0l9SytCkSagIw-1ikALWrd1M/s1600/05+pointers.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorvfMbLKrvspVNT2nLMXYJmsKo6ABOuyCRdGfAKse48yam48f5mkcqrTeHxfwHJ-oc5IlGDG6k17Kr0XOAj0ahVp9mmEBdAIatZxdCDAU6NhR8jMcwErq0l9SytCkSagIw-1ikALWrd1M/s320/05+pointers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957714134097202" /></a><br /><br />Sooo clever the way the "e" from Gresham Butte had been worn away...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8tXWhky-S5hEuWqGeIJTwvi55p9eOltv7ecgUJZ47-TBES3X4NHZWIB_THN-OxIaHGiYShejum5bv9k3KZ7G7g6AcMc3bZAqPaUs6cvzUvKJKBKvi0ewy6VAnZoYGWNdma3hLYc5_KQK0/s1600/06+pointers+closeup.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8tXWhky-S5hEuWqGeIJTwvi55p9eOltv7ecgUJZ47-TBES3X4NHZWIB_THN-OxIaHGiYShejum5bv9k3KZ7G7g6AcMc3bZAqPaUs6cvzUvKJKBKvi0ewy6VAnZoYGWNdma3hLYc5_KQK0/s320/06+pointers+closeup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957709106310338" /></a><br /><br />As we made our way back to the car, I spotted a possible source of some of the large piles of poop we had stepped around along the trails. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXSKj7nzFb24VmsZxev_i2Dwz9zYj5wHrtpCvvva0JYk3hEgPRa_9GBZxGJe2-igKx0gNptDva7kBteu9YTIVnKYjt3zZd7OMpkXzoi0aPF6ofAaBIfRTWDgG3vQZM_MxTv2Vwseh95iJ/s1600/07+horse+riders.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXSKj7nzFb24VmsZxev_i2Dwz9zYj5wHrtpCvvva0JYk3hEgPRa_9GBZxGJe2-igKx0gNptDva7kBteu9YTIVnKYjt3zZd7OMpkXzoi0aPF6ofAaBIfRTWDgG3vQZM_MxTv2Vwseh95iJ/s320/07+horse+riders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957706345674450" /></a><br /><br />And that's that. Fifty walks in approximately six months. I plan to keep walking, but probably won't blog about it so much, at least until I come up with another theme.<br /><br />So, until next time, keep putting one foot in front of the other, and always look in the direction you're going! (Or else you might have a nice trip...badum.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamLKkUqBSspFlYWdurV2B9kPrl1nosY74ah2oAT7ViO89L5Xkae_cpbD7YcnsI0HHSK5WEijQdDiZErhB_CObKVgiO9nMPANIauizVsS8R0GznMyteRYBjTr6_jn9tn0UfrhE5H1WUpww/s1600/me+and+book.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamLKkUqBSspFlYWdurV2B9kPrl1nosY74ah2oAT7ViO89L5Xkae_cpbD7YcnsI0HHSK5WEijQdDiZErhB_CObKVgiO9nMPANIauizVsS8R0GznMyteRYBjTr6_jn9tn0UfrhE5H1WUpww/s320/me+and+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604901208154864738" /></a>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-58626799367938113122011-04-30T17:49:00.001-07:002011-05-04T12:51:52.858-07:00Walk 49: Milwaukie/Oak Grove Trolley Trail (8 miles)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAR3lQWv19UjdHQBrZ3k4tQZBqPhnvCVEKFoDRDqfyQUBbbZVSIpP-UWU0ubFMxvz-D5uz1SduzrZ-7-JUilVUqnqVx5UkvIXILWqaKj_ID5YLEroW_h_v6rZFj6pP_l45ZDaYmAB2e4C/s1600/old+trolley+picture.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAR3lQWv19UjdHQBrZ3k4tQZBqPhnvCVEKFoDRDqfyQUBbbZVSIpP-UWU0ubFMxvz-D5uz1SduzrZ-7-JUilVUqnqVx5UkvIXILWqaKj_ID5YLEroW_h_v6rZFj6pP_l45ZDaYmAB2e4C/s320/old+trolley+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602342512183718482" /></a><br /><br />This long walk sounded pretty cool at first: It traveled a former trolley line that existed from 1893 to 1968 (the last 10 years as a freight service), and I could trace the history of the trolley as I made my way along the 4 miles each way from Milwaukie to Oak Grove.<br /><br />The trail began at SE McLoughlin Boulevard and Park Avenue, getting off to an inauspicious start by passing an auto body yard with some trashed police cars and an unmarked narrow trail that I wasn't sure was <span style="font-style:italic;">the</span> Trail or not... <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2ee6AGqsl_pwQWY9G_TvK8CDeMpKkGn1GNNdRzg89zuJxPCyofSes9dwlVcKGvZlCYqrTNtdF1YClB0spQuJgitJnn1B72Dxe3orQcR2CCkT1u3UhQSvdOX2LO8lEBqhx_JAqphLDD84/s1600/01+start+trolley+trail.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2ee6AGqsl_pwQWY9G_TvK8CDeMpKkGn1GNNdRzg89zuJxPCyofSes9dwlVcKGvZlCYqrTNtdF1YClB0spQuJgitJnn1B72Dxe3orQcR2CCkT1u3UhQSvdOX2LO8lEBqhx_JAqphLDD84/s320/01+start+trolley+trail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543860326517314" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfd2UmQRduuF2eT83qPf2798IrgkgkoEBvDZd9GVARfzHfDL93k6kqbQj5Yz672ZDr5vBqQgGuCXp4QuImeG_RFgse8mAI1476x0SQ9dZEiF4_03ApoPHq5D5T7CpTLwhi_TH3jnkWWKWn/s1600/02+start+trolley+trail2.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfd2UmQRduuF2eT83qPf2798IrgkgkoEBvDZd9GVARfzHfDL93k6kqbQj5Yz672ZDr5vBqQgGuCXp4QuImeG_RFgse8mAI1476x0SQ9dZEiF4_03ApoPHq5D5T7CpTLwhi_TH3jnkWWKWn/s320/02+start+trolley+trail2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543809525364674" /></a><br /><br />But before long I came to a sign that assured me I was on the right "track."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44snvQw7c3-7jVV2jnnDJpXmWSvx0ZB20aMc_qEySP9CX1Ll_mpf0wlvvj7TiaqoqhdR85ltRFRDtaNzpp5FnQlSCPGYUN1ABgX4rySijKJD02vk0I_20d0bncy72mUW6gd75ILlIEA8X/s1600/03+trolley+trail+rules.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44snvQw7c3-7jVV2jnnDJpXmWSvx0ZB20aMc_qEySP9CX1Ll_mpf0wlvvj7TiaqoqhdR85ltRFRDtaNzpp5FnQlSCPGYUN1ABgX4rySijKJD02vk0I_20d0bncy72mUW6gd75ILlIEA8X/s320/03+trolley+trail+rules.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543806678705010" /></a><br /><br />The trail soon led out onto Arista Drive (no relation I assume to the record label which brought us the Alan Parsons Project, among <a href="http://www.discomusic.com/images/label-s-z/vanillimilli-allornothing-ca12.jpg" target="_blank">others</a>). The road was under construction, so no sidewalk along this section, and I had to alternate from side to side to avoid various large equipment and traffic.<br /><br />The book explained that I was passing by various historical landmarks like notable trolley stations, a sanitarium and a general store, but little evidence remained of these interesting spots now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4Cuo53Rp3xtYbt_dfM7sxXROwUmY6N-SFPXywL9jrhEBfA_exDiyrwf2gYWXL21LmynCwhRaVl5zh5qzk3hyphenhyphenN54ewHKElsTz3O3xhlvUkcIsyF0TwY6BZJX19NRca-waLgbpQbQRRQgw/s1600/04+construction+on+street.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4Cuo53Rp3xtYbt_dfM7sxXROwUmY6N-SFPXywL9jrhEBfA_exDiyrwf2gYWXL21LmynCwhRaVl5zh5qzk3hyphenhyphenN54ewHKElsTz3O3xhlvUkcIsyF0TwY6BZJX19NRca-waLgbpQbQRRQgw/s320/04+construction+on+street.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543802935128546" /></a><br /><br />Unfortunately, as the Trail picked up again, things didn't improve much, as the ground was somewhat muddy and chewed up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFADN6bOk5xgkkFCFvlvSTV2VOc34EzKNQ1mpcdL0_uU389FbJnJtHZCKo-37jww-trrozv01XEzRXyVTTsR6lNWxEX93BlWs65dnOkvP5qRHeucnAb6g_c0zcgd67tv3kpWO2DABFu_P_/s1600/05+trail+mud.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFADN6bOk5xgkkFCFvlvSTV2VOc34EzKNQ1mpcdL0_uU389FbJnJtHZCKo-37jww-trrozv01XEzRXyVTTsR6lNWxEX93BlWs65dnOkvP5qRHeucnAb6g_c0zcgd67tv3kpWO2DABFu_P_/s320/05+trail+mud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543798686003458" /></a><br /><br />At Rupert Drive, an approximately 15 foot stretch of trolley tracks surfaced. It turned out that this was the only visible evidence of the actual tracks along the entire trail. That was a bit of a letdown!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY66goxFCt9cPzF6untkx_BrYD6-cTWLe85St1OMiT6WWLENMHOkTNjPyNLayu_rvHSVsOxbmoemeJziYXXvRJmftT-zXrJDB3vfTD3ohv0o4Qqm2Wo-Xha3CPaYQFP97ErYOpzbqZ8Ywj/s1600/06+actual+tracks.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY66goxFCt9cPzF6untkx_BrYD6-cTWLe85St1OMiT6WWLENMHOkTNjPyNLayu_rvHSVsOxbmoemeJziYXXvRJmftT-zXrJDB3vfTD3ohv0o4Qqm2Wo-Xha3CPaYQFP97ErYOpzbqZ8Ywj/s320/06+actual+tracks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543796725750882" /></a><br /><br />It was there I discovered that the ground was being actively dug up, which I soon realized was part of a major construction to convert the entire trail into a biking/pedestrian path. Bad timing on my part! At this current moment it was a long, rocky and muddy terrain, forcing me to move off to the side roads for long stretches. Judging by this <a href="http://bikeportland.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/trolleyBig.jpg" target="_blank">artist's rendition</a>, it will be quite lovely when it's completed. Can't tell if it'll be paved or not, though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTf9SEkjc8Ttc3Bgn4U0bMMweiZu9-vsj8Gm9B6l9CMxVC36dAeJ7V8Zagn_Pihsn_BPofTrVB_f2ntHQ6v4mqOet71BXYQXy84iu_6P_0fFWIDc9UMtXNcftHoBh1d8uOLo9piJTopdv/s1600/07+trail+dug+up.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTf9SEkjc8Ttc3Bgn4U0bMMweiZu9-vsj8Gm9B6l9CMxVC36dAeJ7V8Zagn_Pihsn_BPofTrVB_f2ntHQ6v4mqOet71BXYQXy84iu_6P_0fFWIDc9UMtXNcftHoBh1d8uOLo9piJTopdv/s320/07+trail+dug+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543653289991634" /></a><br /><br />The road however eventually came to a stop and I was back on the path, which then passed between some closely packed housing (and trailers), then leading to a narrower, but nicer, gravel/grassy path, and finally again out to paved streets with, for the first time, a sidewalk, although this one was a little wobbly. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMuPOZfqE-CDSTgt7fBauiyoKI2ne5jsiAbNJ_R8OkC0A3gbglRIM5Kx9UZy-7uJ3AzS3nN931wNp57MQ_mriiswdyYpMHm6U2o6LrniEuc4xpPgEVUfhz2s7ZYhEykCPLHJJKLqD4S3W/s1600/08+trail+between+homes.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMuPOZfqE-CDSTgt7fBauiyoKI2ne5jsiAbNJ_R8OkC0A3gbglRIM5Kx9UZy-7uJ3AzS3nN931wNp57MQ_mriiswdyYpMHm6U2o6LrniEuc4xpPgEVUfhz2s7ZYhEykCPLHJJKLqD4S3W/s320/08+trail+between+homes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543653147850130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKntnSa36Ab5Wb4r-kiNiqShrEqvS3slvhSRzsPxK-7uEo2d8qdJy9yKJOXntNz2X7iKn_daH-6uwqZp1FaBacuDz4KsMOwjG-mNoZns3vpvRvFvzpiPJwIriv1WBfLs8bRNL7Rwcct8X/s1600/09+trail+gets+nicer.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKntnSa36Ab5Wb4r-kiNiqShrEqvS3slvhSRzsPxK-7uEo2d8qdJy9yKJOXntNz2X7iKn_daH-6uwqZp1FaBacuDz4KsMOwjG-mNoZns3vpvRvFvzpiPJwIriv1WBfLs8bRNL7Rwcct8X/s320/09+trail+gets+nicer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543648798148594" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RZDaPb9a0gYBVPFZwFf71lszY7UdNfdb9CGCkNbATCPI4d8mEzeE5_pu61fEbkqh2A1nhJXR0x_6XwGSTrRun0rl5fJYcJ9Wg_u19W3ZZsS1Qu53-wMPv7FO0PFnG5OjN2uzE9mIx8Cf/s1600/10+end+trail+sidewalk.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RZDaPb9a0gYBVPFZwFf71lszY7UdNfdb9CGCkNbATCPI4d8mEzeE5_pu61fEbkqh2A1nhJXR0x_6XwGSTrRun0rl5fJYcJ9Wg_u19W3ZZsS1Qu53-wMPv7FO0PFnG5OjN2uzE9mIx8Cf/s320/10+end+trail+sidewalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543650358103250" /></a><br /><br />The turnaround point came at Glen Echo Avenue, at Camp Fire USA. (Headquarters? A quick Google search just turns up "Retreat Center."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDW4GNQsO7qq7E75J_xJBfcIxusLNImciOGflScWuAcF5q8PuTycXxi7sPrcB_ckKEPG33jTjF8WI9iK_JXchA8-Wydx88q8q68wseg9PN_fgP9b3vXv00nourLKJlpiBuVa6We2aVUNn/s1600/11+end+trail+campfire+girls+headquarters.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDW4GNQsO7qq7E75J_xJBfcIxusLNImciOGflScWuAcF5q8PuTycXxi7sPrcB_ckKEPG33jTjF8WI9iK_JXchA8-Wydx88q8q68wseg9PN_fgP9b3vXv00nourLKJlpiBuVa6We2aVUNn/s320/11+end+trail+campfire+girls+headquarters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601543643915720018" /></a><br /><br />Well, this walk was more than a bit melancholy. Eight miles total and only about 15 feet of the original tracks still visible. As the line has been discontinued for only 43 years, I would've thought more of it would still be apparent. I felt like the boy from Ray Bradbury's <span style="font-style:italic;">Martian Chronicles</span>, who asks "Where are the Martians?"<br /><br />The truth is, the trolley trail isn't really here anymore, and when the construction is complete, the trail will be something new and different; something of the 21st century.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOksjJwcbVsqOVpG6RwSQPvrtXHbjguIEw-2ufftSiJ6OAjqPXBimO4AcbVNHX8lrrbC3qK9eBN9IcL2vzZUscaPKmtlV7MSYoKG66pC9OY4DM6H8r6R9ZNcQegy8u0JPdC7zhJxa2D5OE/s1600/descentbradbury.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOksjJwcbVsqOVpG6RwSQPvrtXHbjguIEw-2ufftSiJ6OAjqPXBimO4AcbVNHX8lrrbC3qK9eBN9IcL2vzZUscaPKmtlV7MSYoKG66pC9OY4DM6H8r6R9ZNcQegy8u0JPdC7zhJxa2D5OE/s400/descentbradbury.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602950773932330786" /></a>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-76229985902062537612011-04-26T00:27:00.001-07:002011-04-30T15:28:42.345-07:00Walk 48: Butler Creek Greenway Trail, Gresham (3 miles)Last of the eastside walks from the <a href=" http://www.amazon.com/There-treks-around-Portland-Vancouver/dp/0966247396/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1296958028&sr=1-1" target="_blank">book</a>, although I plan to do one more "non-book" one at Powell Butte before I finish blogging these.<br /><br />This one started at a trail off Binford Avenue, and meandered past creeks, over little bridges and led to the reflective and quiet Binford Lake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0apXNLHFuYDqV9HI3V7b1vSJvdWixMye7UUg5r9kK5n5STGFg7LNBgoe23ZUwptY76qgdvF1aJz5hHaTGUBxgA72mgHqJuwtBmXGDwPNpxLspERibwK4mmdQ1vcuHmmZId9npvRaMvjRJ/s1600/01+trail+start.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0apXNLHFuYDqV9HI3V7b1vSJvdWixMye7UUg5r9kK5n5STGFg7LNBgoe23ZUwptY76qgdvF1aJz5hHaTGUBxgA72mgHqJuwtBmXGDwPNpxLspERibwK4mmdQ1vcuHmmZId9npvRaMvjRJ/s320/01+trail+start.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599791204531335250" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uF0CztA-5gzwaeJmuMSqQCvOxSNawRknUJRLr5YodELQYVmUYwp-kZmjBHUKhJJvDUsZPiVPrRtHpyMziNKeH6zz8XVNYEWHUCMkNpDbFFUCHFmr0GBgPFdHUimJ1YLHMv5rm_CyqgGG/s1600/02+creek.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uF0CztA-5gzwaeJmuMSqQCvOxSNawRknUJRLr5YodELQYVmUYwp-kZmjBHUKhJJvDUsZPiVPrRtHpyMziNKeH6zz8XVNYEWHUCMkNpDbFFUCHFmr0GBgPFdHUimJ1YLHMv5rm_CyqgGG/s320/02+creek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599791202111881762" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWl8bNgl4BJ-n7-wn7VN9efRaVsfKzG_42K3LhcQyNiP9j1ION6ShlXeNljKg0SAE_a6FcpUqEhVrzkFHiEw1OTa_aE5LQedeeHrdamysJ1JBwppxTvR81TUjWCqwjfqdSDxS3M94nsnW/s1600/03+bridge.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWl8bNgl4BJ-n7-wn7VN9efRaVsfKzG_42K3LhcQyNiP9j1ION6ShlXeNljKg0SAE_a6FcpUqEhVrzkFHiEw1OTa_aE5LQedeeHrdamysJ1JBwppxTvR81TUjWCqwjfqdSDxS3M94nsnW/s320/03+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599791202427289970" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskCLAUdlRh7faUUaDMHbegEa8aV4I-8GIMV413A6wyC9EopDzIDN6lhypVuoocIF7N34hfjIf7jKxMsFREDwahdRbPzP6tTFDVLLO-VGYR3iQd4Vm3LQtpABq5SZfk_8UyzNFBVbnmBZd/s1600/04+binford+lake.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskCLAUdlRh7faUUaDMHbegEa8aV4I-8GIMV413A6wyC9EopDzIDN6lhypVuoocIF7N34hfjIf7jKxMsFREDwahdRbPzP6tTFDVLLO-VGYR3iQd4Vm3LQtpABq5SZfk_8UyzNFBVbnmBZd/s320/04+binford+lake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599791077515721394" /></a><br /><br />Walking past this lake, I then came to the centerpiece of the walk, a large pond (or small lake?) at Butler Creek Park. I could see the willow tree from all sides as I walked around it. Truly scenic and relaxing. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizRVh1xynjCx5AZvWGe6KkVWRi2F0WE8xMC5naOXstSkvQDeM0KGy1huTVejoxbIOb7rCyqyhDHw6r9yOfbFj-YhS1O78S04mJrD21MKAwVvY7Xv_bponpO3kYt6r0-rYuTUV0BaP61Qt/s1600/05+pond+at+butler+creek+park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizRVh1xynjCx5AZvWGe6KkVWRi2F0WE8xMC5naOXstSkvQDeM0KGy1huTVejoxbIOb7rCyqyhDHw6r9yOfbFj-YhS1O78S04mJrD21MKAwVvY7Xv_bponpO3kYt6r0-rYuTUV0BaP61Qt/s320/05+pond+at+butler+creek+park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599791073099616738" /></a><br /><br />As I left the park, the walk proceeded along local streets, past this English imported traffic device and eventually back to the starting point.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmivlVi17d4SDLe9TR8W_4bx4J0aILTOXnZKp5aS1RUOSMYQQfp158_7FncR-32w9EkAGYRFpxwTaiGOxg9dNluYdohydmu8Ap21KgHgk0bh7-d4dyAgHb2AjQ-lNvsU4l8fArWv9IBH9/s1600/06+roundabout.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmivlVi17d4SDLe9TR8W_4bx4J0aILTOXnZKp5aS1RUOSMYQQfp158_7FncR-32w9EkAGYRFpxwTaiGOxg9dNluYdohydmu8Ap21KgHgk0bh7-d4dyAgHb2AjQ-lNvsU4l8fArWv9IBH9/s320/06+roundabout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599791070698270162" /></a><br /><br />Just past the start/end point, I turned off on another path which crossed over the much grander Johnson Creek, until I met up with the Springwater Corridor Trail, which I'd been on in <a href="http://wheredavidwalked.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-17-springwater-corridor-trail-to.html" target="_blank">earlier walks</a>. Here, I turned around and headed back to the car.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KaB1VmjOuzb5SGM0xn-zGerHhwvBx8QPSeYkfj_DraQrN6l1imepahls5ARgB78r_SAxk_O6mWtez5HlQ6XdqJvONwwfW8m_zVeN1PtMzBdVytCdhKp0ydEQm-U3elvmuiCwy-2Ph0mB/s1600/07+johnson+creek.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KaB1VmjOuzb5SGM0xn-zGerHhwvBx8QPSeYkfj_DraQrN6l1imepahls5ARgB78r_SAxk_O6mWtez5HlQ6XdqJvONwwfW8m_zVeN1PtMzBdVytCdhKp0ydEQm-U3elvmuiCwy-2Ph0mB/s320/07+johnson+creek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599791067931311986" /></a><br /><br />Ah, Binford Avenue. Reminded me of my first cat, Binky, who also went by the more formal name of Binford. He lived to the ripe old age of 18. Memories...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLx7uCR2aAtWrKIX4VhxdPXq5_a1g6K_UEgn0N7OJWgy-zwx4Yi0DXImoQ9F8mz5C639aYXuThOHCGeiXMSRuMkdmsHGsWA87wXk8Q7Fb2oTJAkgxNUukDIr8DxLdyCVigsBjwMhtCGjZH/s1600/08+binford+ave.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLx7uCR2aAtWrKIX4VhxdPXq5_a1g6K_UEgn0N7OJWgy-zwx4Yi0DXImoQ9F8mz5C639aYXuThOHCGeiXMSRuMkdmsHGsWA87wXk8Q7Fb2oTJAkgxNUukDIr8DxLdyCVigsBjwMhtCGjZH/s320/08+binford+ave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599791066345483138" /></a><br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kERHwS94lh4?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kERHwS94lh4?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-18159140791032866942011-04-24T23:53:00.001-07:002011-04-25T23:43:36.396-07:00Walk 47: Portland Heights to Zoo (5.5 miles)Walk 47 started at SW 18th and Jefferson, headed up 18th and under Highway 26, and took an immediate left along I-405. Loved the typical Portland graffiti exhorting us (someone in particular?) to "make things better."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSBiEQK1WGpmhhElMjV7p_VDh74bpxnryMGiIHAt6rMKRPtvwx8Rvkpw8yu4yC6YZ6ASY5-GEuZ8pVePNA1E6-E5qBv3o9el4UZ7fvagmWJ5z-WYWo0J0dV91rk1MWR2ALe-eWTXIPa3p/s1600/01+trail+along+I-405.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdSBiEQK1WGpmhhElMjV7p_VDh74bpxnryMGiIHAt6rMKRPtvwx8Rvkpw8yu4yC6YZ6ASY5-GEuZ8pVePNA1E6-E5qBv3o9el4UZ7fvagmWJ5z-WYWo0J0dV91rk1MWR2ALe-eWTXIPa3p/s320/01+trail+along+I-405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411318941822898" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ftJYgf0-0H6qOXp4pvpDEhzfttLjaJapHz5f0W6l6Rw4L6uS63UfqtkX3sc3HLnT7YO4w-VxzY-ML5r9wD-_vFE3AE07e4EsnjwGlvb9kRsFZjen5N4RZrmpCAfYpxlxpIXelbPxM3of/s1600/02+fix+shit+up.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ftJYgf0-0H6qOXp4pvpDEhzfttLjaJapHz5f0W6l6Rw4L6uS63UfqtkX3sc3HLnT7YO4w-VxzY-ML5r9wD-_vFE3AE07e4EsnjwGlvb9kRsFZjen5N4RZrmpCAfYpxlxpIXelbPxM3of/s320/02+fix+shit+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411313984427954" /></a><br /><br />Heading up Vista Avenue, I was treated to a great view of downtown Portland with Mt. Hood in the distance. What a lucky break to have such great weather this day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxstui6wYyMg48vTiTCFBOI-DWrIKdOt33sq4W8gW_AqX80qGu1OayfMucBKKBUu9ChaiEdBxeNpTeb6OLryZ2skYqA13ngjbn2kHSYNOhUbfVWUMOXOG-xy0-b1R5FpMhKRaLd339Sc3R/s1600/03+great+view.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxstui6wYyMg48vTiTCFBOI-DWrIKdOt33sq4W8gW_AqX80qGu1OayfMucBKKBUu9ChaiEdBxeNpTeb6OLryZ2skYqA13ngjbn2kHSYNOhUbfVWUMOXOG-xy0-b1R5FpMhKRaLd339Sc3R/s320/03+great+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411311540711074" /></a><br /><br />As I made my way up 18th Avenue, I read in the book that there had been a cable car along this very steep road back in the late 1800's. After "several runaway crashes" it was discontinued in 1903. I can just imagine how terrifying a ride that would have been! It was replaced later by the Council Crest streetcar, which ran until the 1950's.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZyifKKIy9csOnbRdqN0NheXXK78ygm711dTzaday_ZCiCFzhKsexqG9HG5pq98vNKwSCy7iToZhE7gwHLzaO0ycYLTn34DHXko57whT189UL9oW3P0a0lw5Bv-NyW3K9PUr8oxclKinS/s1600/04+SW+18th+Ave+%2528streetcar%2529.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZyifKKIy9csOnbRdqN0NheXXK78ygm711dTzaday_ZCiCFzhKsexqG9HG5pq98vNKwSCy7iToZhE7gwHLzaO0ycYLTn34DHXko57whT189UL9oW3P0a0lw5Bv-NyW3K9PUr8oxclKinS/s320/04+SW+18th+Ave+%2528streetcar%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411309418554626" /></a><br /><br />Up Spring Street, I passed Ainsworth Elementary School, notable for a couple of "Auction Winner" parking spaces up front, and an artificial turf soccer field permanently installed on the playground. Very nice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZA64Qe-cOeInm2g9A9uUA6xJndftWdYl0b6aXJ4GbU65rn-fXLXytUXlaxsUEOv1QsvEqVoYRnll3-ipA__I4B7X8Y1diR3eoIfEmZaaA89kX2ucAO23VnB_z0aT2HMES1m9g41tEgk6P/s1600/05+ainsworth+school.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZA64Qe-cOeInm2g9A9uUA6xJndftWdYl0b6aXJ4GbU65rn-fXLXytUXlaxsUEOv1QsvEqVoYRnll3-ipA__I4B7X8Y1diR3eoIfEmZaaA89kX2ucAO23VnB_z0aT2HMES1m9g41tEgk6P/s320/05+ainsworth+school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411305809954786" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRsgVePj9PtvAQHm1e5vBdTFpKuqe3mYbKtTRQva2MBf3mAa0bdbonz6USy5uEJmRhKhvWrnBNe_yYE_FzGMbl1iIB1TJUarjIyUedmDp7GR4oY9cvWsoEwKT8hQBugNJYHahOUqJRkmq/s1600/06+ainsworth+field.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRsgVePj9PtvAQHm1e5vBdTFpKuqe3mYbKtTRQva2MBf3mAa0bdbonz6USy5uEJmRhKhvWrnBNe_yYE_FzGMbl1iIB1TJUarjIyUedmDp7GR4oY9cvWsoEwKT8hQBugNJYHahOUqJRkmq/s320/06+ainsworth+field.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411155968289314" /></a><br /><br />Leaving Ainsworth, I crossed a 60-meter pedestrian bridge, looking down for a quick rush of adrenaline (and a bit of vertigo). I'm always good for a cheap thrill...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIn2lX6DQ-BhBRlWnb-oAUNhTk8oeqbZ19V0OFgMvh8ieSjdnPZmt-0SMYYKBsJvn_bDr8f7kkg9VsTlBrVCrE6mL7jGSSnjgYEQTMRm7yp75smxGQn-IRuORN9C6hhUO6C_pt38AB6HR/s1600/07+bridge+to+St.+Helens+Ct+%2526+Montgomery.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIn2lX6DQ-BhBRlWnb-oAUNhTk8oeqbZ19V0OFgMvh8ieSjdnPZmt-0SMYYKBsJvn_bDr8f7kkg9VsTlBrVCrE6mL7jGSSnjgYEQTMRm7yp75smxGQn-IRuORN9C6hhUO6C_pt38AB6HR/s320/07+bridge+to+St.+Helens+Ct+%2526+Montgomery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411149728228178" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitU7dhv9kVXBSDJWj2IXUVP1wBJDJcbMAKNfGm4i-ounk0cbBMUp0DX2pYO3GP7LTNIXMuNmG8DQ1eyB6VVP58IaG2Vo1W2mLhbQaO8i9OSpBmtgDac4rXVX1eWjeht3-FhMNn7SddAHQC/s1600/08+looking+down.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitU7dhv9kVXBSDJWj2IXUVP1wBJDJcbMAKNfGm4i-ounk0cbBMUp0DX2pYO3GP7LTNIXMuNmG8DQ1eyB6VVP58IaG2Vo1W2mLhbQaO8i9OSpBmtgDac4rXVX1eWjeht3-FhMNn7SddAHQC/s320/08+looking+down.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411146844717778" /></a><br /><br />I then headed again up picturesque Montgomery Drive, eventually passing a house who's yard reminded me of an Italian villa/vineyard: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5ZxoNu6ZfUkdmwvKRXTXKr_GTb3i4Amd8SmkevyM7GNVTm8H-x7VTYhHIRbNHZAP8oBZRMGi16r6p8sim6pnMZ30iAm5-7LOxHsuaor0GvoHwg-WR15NjR7gzQ57dXGMiJAFTEalFxM8/s1600/09+Up+Montgomery.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5ZxoNu6ZfUkdmwvKRXTXKr_GTb3i4Amd8SmkevyM7GNVTm8H-x7VTYhHIRbNHZAP8oBZRMGi16r6p8sim6pnMZ30iAm5-7LOxHsuaor0GvoHwg-WR15NjR7gzQ57dXGMiJAFTEalFxM8/s320/09+Up+Montgomery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411145464724562" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif67M5W8CcgYjm4j-McM5q6YOp5IntfX2GfUo9WHOXkrTRiwpvqySkAkkxPcTjcyieliTqVNpw_rqIbbm47C9-5r-gPRnh5HamzNi6onkOxKQPizs1s2lBZf858kLLNvrfCRRozFjdjLFY/s1600/10+villa.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif67M5W8CcgYjm4j-McM5q6YOp5IntfX2GfUo9WHOXkrTRiwpvqySkAkkxPcTjcyieliTqVNpw_rqIbbm47C9-5r-gPRnh5HamzNi6onkOxKQPizs1s2lBZf858kLLNvrfCRRozFjdjLFY/s320/10+villa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599411142065099858" /></a><br /><br />Turning right on Patton, I proceeded past Strohecker's/Lamb's, which has been there for over 100 years. I now know what attracts 'em in Portland Heights...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-KxpVZXmx3Hzb7fpAS1N0YLJVOzkf9AuIIjbIXDLsS0GtQGbQ5w1DWV8h-iwNv6spbt5eVvMS0BmAwZwUqnOxYngxgKlczHmwG2CDBkeEjh9ULMJF_20n_4gz6Qs69osdnzq8DjLq79U/s1600/11+liquor+store+%2526+post+office.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-KxpVZXmx3Hzb7fpAS1N0YLJVOzkf9AuIIjbIXDLsS0GtQGbQ5w1DWV8h-iwNv6spbt5eVvMS0BmAwZwUqnOxYngxgKlczHmwG2CDBkeEjh9ULMJF_20n_4gz6Qs69osdnzq8DjLq79U/s320/11+liquor+store+%2526+post+office.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410969703942962" /></a><br /><br />Then came a sharp right turn onto the Marquam Trail toward the Zoo. I had come up from this trail in the opposite direction on an earlier walk <a href="http://wheredavidwalked.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-38-4t-trail-tram-trolley-train-45.html" target="_blank">(38, the '4T')</a>, so things were starting to look familiar now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmK4CtVojDobsRQTUfjxicXRJj7D4YNNj57IxF-7rAuKcc9F_DLPr3cLPdQGTC44Q2_snRTE7k1gKm658HUw-VsxnmS44mqHHF8Ed89XS0K_F-IBYRtfOjPhmxrWtf4h_c2s-mX30LNsyc/s1600/12+marquam+trail+to+zoo.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmK4CtVojDobsRQTUfjxicXRJj7D4YNNj57IxF-7rAuKcc9F_DLPr3cLPdQGTC44Q2_snRTE7k1gKm658HUw-VsxnmS44mqHHF8Ed89XS0K_F-IBYRtfOjPhmxrWtf4h_c2s-mX30LNsyc/s320/12+marquam+trail+to+zoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410970114318178" /></a><br /><br />After the trail took me up to the Zoo and the Max stop, I descended in the elevator to 800 feet below the surface, where they preserved some lava that was drilled out of the Sylvan Hills ("boring" lava, though I found it mildly interesting).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6KPODSLqV3FZ49clK8bNyu1DtUamEGLKPyQYDpZbry6T1R6w-Vobae6AA-Yw_1MtHkXtyxYzEHdiVbaWwAdtFP_X9dlmRsIM4lYIAIOUVSAalGrughDYWb9td4FoiRm4aE-9JXeva5T-x/s1600/13+max+stop+at+zoo.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6KPODSLqV3FZ49clK8bNyu1DtUamEGLKPyQYDpZbry6T1R6w-Vobae6AA-Yw_1MtHkXtyxYzEHdiVbaWwAdtFP_X9dlmRsIM4lYIAIOUVSAalGrughDYWb9td4FoiRm4aE-9JXeva5T-x/s320/13+max+stop+at+zoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410968669236162" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7C9YTKg4nz-eAeCORvx4Rkj5uEW1h3OyX23CS3PDsSpKfqMuPUaJBCySP-dq4KMIEmKvgrXolRSLQTZIf6RZOrlBmvvRU9lm-wIcQfd89L_qjBphTTlPehSSH8BaTscGOOO8tbQiUMDzA/s1600/14+boring+lava.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7C9YTKg4nz-eAeCORvx4Rkj5uEW1h3OyX23CS3PDsSpKfqMuPUaJBCySP-dq4KMIEmKvgrXolRSLQTZIf6RZOrlBmvvRU9lm-wIcQfd89L_qjBphTTlPehSSH8BaTscGOOO8tbQiUMDzA/s320/14+boring+lava.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410964126488706" /></a><br /><br />As I rode the Max back to my starting point, I noticed a gentleman with a cowboy hat made from an 18-pack Rainier beer box. I pointed my camera toward the middle of the train, trying not to be obvious, but as I snapped the pic, he flashed a sideways peace sign. Cool, dude.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lPQrwpL8cOSEv_BIqzZmEYzQWdYmrzrUHaOGVUzc21-1NPklELM48ujvEN4gk9paFuuzgSSckxQ0gBZD4xQMxf1NPgaRqFvfQucWvndfbFJjuPC2CXAjvoRYzKpJBl0tOtVTcDJAI23U/s1600/15+rainier+hat.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lPQrwpL8cOSEv_BIqzZmEYzQWdYmrzrUHaOGVUzc21-1NPklELM48ujvEN4gk9paFuuzgSSckxQ0gBZD4xQMxf1NPgaRqFvfQucWvndfbFJjuPC2CXAjvoRYzKpJBl0tOtVTcDJAI23U/s320/15+rainier+hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599410961186098018" /></a><br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-zIwB-aAyA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-zIwB-aAyA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiABmhiAAs8kswJlxVzeYb-CImlS3PsnfNOMc7f0CFR0qdRy8VpKio08clwv70x5Pfa4_nHHnkb8JEJV-ujtwLyJmsipDCMS8JVa3Br3gIL6lAAwNuyT9x_HUFoTCVRC0nOSHb5Zn1zr0Dq/s1600/01a+map+of+walk.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiABmhiAAs8kswJlxVzeYb-CImlS3PsnfNOMc7f0CFR0qdRy8VpKio08clwv70x5Pfa4_nHHnkb8JEJV-ujtwLyJmsipDCMS8JVa3Br3gIL6lAAwNuyT9x_HUFoTCVRC0nOSHb5Zn1zr0Dq/s320/01a+map+of+walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599778963380285842" /></a>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-61506517141440009702011-04-18T21:35:00.003-07:002011-04-19T23:39:39.202-07:00Walk 46: Portland: SE Creeks & Bridges (4.6 miles)This walk started at the same spot as <a href="http://wheredavidwalked.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-44-westmoreland-to-crystal-springs.html" target="_blank">Walk 44</a> (SE 17th & Bybee), but turned right at Westmoreland Park instead of continuing straight toward the Crystal Springs Gardens.<br /><br />First stop, Westmoreland Park, somewhat waterlogged from the spring rains but still rather picturesque. I spotted some <a href="http://www.pdxpetanque.org/" target="_blank">petanque</a> (pronounced "pay-tonk") players nearby, but didn't stay long, as this lawn bowling was a bit slow for my taste.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIcmXQwx36N-ELgasGGqN6wX8jHV4u8ktq7-o8Bnn8ze95gAa2G-Jexs53U5J_vncrtOksqMYjmnU_Pl1i1vsqlj4aX9wgg2Gj20t4ZCivufjYIoNegtiIlG9oCPsUN9u63ccYQJVvc9Q/s1600/01+Westmoreland+Park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIcmXQwx36N-ELgasGGqN6wX8jHV4u8ktq7-o8Bnn8ze95gAa2G-Jexs53U5J_vncrtOksqMYjmnU_Pl1i1vsqlj4aX9wgg2Gj20t4ZCivufjYIoNegtiIlG9oCPsUN9u63ccYQJVvc9Q/s320/01+Westmoreland+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149209691105602" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlBR5Y-AebWxqXf_yJzWsZJDmI34GEfKSMqnSPkp1fIklx7B80Cb0CVxMXtyiqMXir7-PN1470ukUV5m0RdLAhqbxidCUmIfMdiv5waHTpCgHr7jT_Wr9ZCy7JiGN3wRwX6WJbMI-BiEn/s1600/02+Westmoreland+Park+water.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlBR5Y-AebWxqXf_yJzWsZJDmI34GEfKSMqnSPkp1fIklx7B80Cb0CVxMXtyiqMXir7-PN1470ukUV5m0RdLAhqbxidCUmIfMdiv5waHTpCgHr7jT_Wr9ZCy7JiGN3wRwX6WJbMI-BiEn/s320/02+Westmoreland+Park+water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149208076499298" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4biHY93Outdi5OiMMD1lku-wgce29I38cbNNxi6hdFoq7NuDokfpe5vKWZZPtgjh35kWRX7xOO0LEz6DxKcmy64-vkHenoGu-PcOx15Kaf1ZU9KokAno2q7UwHbnrm7PZVTUBJmXAt4V4/s1600/03+Petanque.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4biHY93Outdi5OiMMD1lku-wgce29I38cbNNxi6hdFoq7NuDokfpe5vKWZZPtgjh35kWRX7xOO0LEz6DxKcmy64-vkHenoGu-PcOx15Kaf1ZU9KokAno2q7UwHbnrm7PZVTUBJmXAt4V4/s320/03+Petanque.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149203212639122" /></a><br /><br />Through the park I walked parallel to Crystal Springs Creek, which eventually along 21st Avenue turned into Johnson Creek and the same-titled park:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdZF1CVAZk_6-N5rhFtPqKXfSn90LqCpQ2Q6lsX5LCVCDJ4NYvmPv9CxyUz03pLv1-c3psuRlx02Ynfe8Vsu4rtP01zK7F2YKV_0umcvHKHXHasYefpzBMGxGnH9vXiZgzzsi6YM6pi7e/s1600/04+Johnson+Creek.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdZF1CVAZk_6-N5rhFtPqKXfSn90LqCpQ2Q6lsX5LCVCDJ4NYvmPv9CxyUz03pLv1-c3psuRlx02Ynfe8Vsu4rtP01zK7F2YKV_0umcvHKHXHasYefpzBMGxGnH9vXiZgzzsi6YM6pi7e/s320/04+Johnson+Creek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149200582271986" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOG0AKFWDf620VzNQchjgieNnUKqr2VvvYm4p9GYSmEwA0aTP0G-3D3JmZzRJcV6rBVI1GVPFh3Y_VFDybSAR0ns9UyOmPBMNQ3Rsm3ryKXC5n6YuOYmoi-Odx90FRGZYnt7SAKocTP5Y_/s1600/05+Johnson+Creek+Park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOG0AKFWDf620VzNQchjgieNnUKqr2VvvYm4p9GYSmEwA0aTP0G-3D3JmZzRJcV6rBVI1GVPFh3Y_VFDybSAR0ns9UyOmPBMNQ3Rsm3ryKXC5n6YuOYmoi-Odx90FRGZYnt7SAKocTP5Y_/s320/05+Johnson+Creek+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149200337553234" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0MYz7b2ybhgAF03B7Y5VLvF5sBxC1-sYQ9JUYMVp-g5PW4RwabNJwxoyla7HmzUCrmpA9kkuJHpnMd0bZt6lyw_e902RpDfm9C37o5F8yZ6uYgsbkH3XpcFw1mRmK8xArT7bBnPL1tqKM/s1600/06+Johnson+Creek2.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0MYz7b2ybhgAF03B7Y5VLvF5sBxC1-sYQ9JUYMVp-g5PW4RwabNJwxoyla7HmzUCrmpA9kkuJHpnMd0bZt6lyw_e902RpDfm9C37o5F8yZ6uYgsbkH3XpcFw1mRmK8xArT7bBnPL1tqKM/s320/06+Johnson+Creek2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149077930062754" /></a><br /><br />I continued south until connecting with the Springwater Corridor Trail, which goes all the way from this point to Gresham, where it connected with much earlier <a href="http://wheredavidwalked.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-17-springwater-corridor-trail-to.html" target="_blank">Walk 17</a>. Turning east, the trail crossed three bridges, over Johnson Creek, McLoughlin Boulevard and the Union Pacific train tracks. This was cool, because as I saw the red arch over the bridge, I remembered that I had seen this from the other end at the far point of Walk 25. It was all starting to fit together now! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXag9uUrLs4PrDWYWKxu1LZwD5xmcCOD-MWyeAFjahmlV4mUOHOIkOBJ6hlnmgFHGug_QIdLYjAT1_Qh_KMpm57fC1Qj02Mhi1TiDsuUHYTZulJv0-eIjb5JdY4yUpm6zMC7g07rhHPmQf/s1600/07+Bridge+over+Johnson+Creek.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXag9uUrLs4PrDWYWKxu1LZwD5xmcCOD-MWyeAFjahmlV4mUOHOIkOBJ6hlnmgFHGug_QIdLYjAT1_Qh_KMpm57fC1Qj02Mhi1TiDsuUHYTZulJv0-eIjb5JdY4yUpm6zMC7g07rhHPmQf/s320/07+Bridge+over+Johnson+Creek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149072680879010" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugGn97RHOSjPdsvFxZVscoYWN6Yd6vLKg0wB0lhenXQ-bTJa84x6zf4jY1QIWlnzBiODH-E0hH8zvofJ9fsxfNAQICyDRdtkGyUIaO-rW0yPjoRUOHQiWo-8uYhP5lAf9Fv5oeGX0QOTx/s1600/08+Bridge+over+McGloughlin+Blvd.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugGn97RHOSjPdsvFxZVscoYWN6Yd6vLKg0wB0lhenXQ-bTJa84x6zf4jY1QIWlnzBiODH-E0hH8zvofJ9fsxfNAQICyDRdtkGyUIaO-rW0yPjoRUOHQiWo-8uYhP5lAf9Fv5oeGX0QOTx/s320/08+Bridge+over+McGloughlin+Blvd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149073203654962" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BXHSe8qvZ3NORzZTw7NyqPBnp7TaKa6yDcuRKt5mFN2dpaHSUhmhJ2XA64qqEWhqFPEme9EFn9nys8NAj8ltSSlFHLLb5MgJME6YM2AY4dC0b4qLyApc4GYwTa7jjsukAlCd2fjHuGVt/s1600/09+Bridge+over+railroad.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BXHSe8qvZ3NORzZTw7NyqPBnp7TaKa6yDcuRKt5mFN2dpaHSUhmhJ2XA64qqEWhqFPEme9EFn9nys8NAj8ltSSlFHLLb5MgJME6YM2AY4dC0b4qLyApc4GYwTa7jjsukAlCd2fjHuGVt/s320/09+Bridge+over+railroad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149069533411266" /></a><br /><br />From the bridge over McLoughlin Boulevard, I saw this blue building, which for a minute or two I thought the painting on the back said "Your ornamental <span style="font-weight:bold;">tron</span> specialists." "What's an ornamental tron?" I wondered, until I had another "doh!" moment as I realized the word was...<span style="font-weight:bold;">iron</span>. Ohh, brother.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPI_mLqokD1o2EHYq5EB2TYvqW34lPhIej4YrbblrkSPoxcBvgmK03iqj67OoqT2YYuP5DRFPYut5Csi7HDdS6DOEx-4PZB4HE4ZJgaOtYNgzTnV8HO-BAP3JYALXVL6WABJBzoiORS3LF/s1600/10+Iron+works.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPI_mLqokD1o2EHYq5EB2TYvqW34lPhIej4YrbblrkSPoxcBvgmK03iqj67OoqT2YYuP5DRFPYut5Csi7HDdS6DOEx-4PZB4HE4ZJgaOtYNgzTnV8HO-BAP3JYALXVL6WABJBzoiORS3LF/s320/10+Iron+works.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597149064963117042" /></a><br /><br />Retracing my way back along the Springwater Trail, I then headed west into Andover Place, past the Waverly Country Club (more golfing I wasn't doing!) and then north on 9th Avenue.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG98K20iMuD0cNKh3rG-o7hCV17cvRYN4R7h1Ms4Ftmlbrjhf9kU72jahR-ORYhCX4mZZhAeXInZNhPyDaCE9pOghYxiaRrJX6GtVKaHELoA7TPMLxoKrzxD4GiywyUizp0AUyEKLHxpZi/s1600/11+Andover+Place.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG98K20iMuD0cNKh3rG-o7hCV17cvRYN4R7h1Ms4Ftmlbrjhf9kU72jahR-ORYhCX4mZZhAeXInZNhPyDaCE9pOghYxiaRrJX6GtVKaHELoA7TPMLxoKrzxD4GiywyUizp0AUyEKLHxpZi/s320/11+Andover+Place.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597148923288101218" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLQ-eAeBmSoYVOs0GcMFWrXn49ZW43oKiDh3nRtRu5WYMOJz5uZ0zswZRb7KNDRMrIEXsFD92wKIMrrWYb15tMu0kJOB9q8tuxYKDMj3GOefY9r3Oz2aEo8mZTK3m5c1oZeP7qGdso7xG/s1600/14+Waverly+Country+Club.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLQ-eAeBmSoYVOs0GcMFWrXn49ZW43oKiDh3nRtRu5WYMOJz5uZ0zswZRb7KNDRMrIEXsFD92wKIMrrWYb15tMu0kJOB9q8tuxYKDMj3GOefY9r3Oz2aEo8mZTK3m5c1oZeP7qGdso7xG/s320/14+Waverly+Country+Club.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597148914429095410" /></a><br /><br />Here I saw some out-of-circulation trains by the side of a street. Kind of unusual; kinda cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEgQL2EQH98dKR0zGFrbltQuPgWgyjbTQTla34PsydGd2jMhQwjHMsfe-aqfjm8PEhZ74ZVp0JQL_6c_HbV8aqX5Ob8mTkNKjmWwOsz283ifDNTq7ygioGOr6z9IjEZj2vweirRqsvC-X/s1600/12+Trains+at+side+of+road.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEgQL2EQH98dKR0zGFrbltQuPgWgyjbTQTla34PsydGd2jMhQwjHMsfe-aqfjm8PEhZ74ZVp0JQL_6c_HbV8aqX5Ob8mTkNKjmWwOsz283ifDNTq7ygioGOr6z9IjEZj2vweirRqsvC-X/s320/12+Trains+at+side+of+road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597148923367943922" /></a><br /><br />Right next to the trains was some new condo construction, which was a little weird because they were building behind a brick wall. Not sure if they're going to tear down the brick when they're done or leave it, but if so it seems strange to leave it there now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLQoLgSFeSx7HMrBt4xvOnfKLPTrwcIpdvZMNVflEe-mN7YOsNiaEZBDrlPff42V1qRwGiZoueuSNQCBkjvsO0n8De-bFUhTJRJKP_0khF2wHugAjMpHwEA_Dx7y2P0GGzyJ7_QrOPc5w/s1600/13+Brick+front+to+condos.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLQoLgSFeSx7HMrBt4xvOnfKLPTrwcIpdvZMNVflEe-mN7YOsNiaEZBDrlPff42V1qRwGiZoueuSNQCBkjvsO0n8De-bFUhTJRJKP_0khF2wHugAjMpHwEA_Dx7y2P0GGzyJ7_QrOPc5w/s320/13+Brick+front+to+condos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597148918053969058" /></a><br /><br />Heading back toward the starting point, I entered a neighborhood that seemed vaguely familiar. I soon found out why: At 9th & Sherrett was the former site of the "T-Hows," where Lisa and I experienced some really great summer evenings with friends, drinking tea in a homemade community building, constructed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Permaculturalist" target="_blank">permaculturalist</a>/architect Mark Lakeman. I found <a href="http://www.longstoryshortpier.com/2004/05/06/urban_remedies" target="_blank">this article</a> that describes Lakeman's efforts and what the tea house was about (but frustratingly no pictures), including:<br /><br /><font color="#00B800"><span style="font-style:italic;">Built during the winter of 1995 out of recycled doors and windows, plastic sheeting, and stormfall, it was a lovingly crafted tea house, built around and through the trees on a yard.</span></font><br /><br />It's impossible to describe how cool this place was, and how sad it made me when it had to be dismantled due to local building codes, but the memory remains thanks to the "Share-it Square" (get it...Sherritt square?)... A kids' play area, painted intersection, and "T-Station." Maybe again, someday?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4zUIJj9rh2gU7n-aJePnkcRf8XKJbqgklnROt4jnpGSyjgq3WVAgw3LrBLqgpt4LGD4xCgAG3_9dE7bK__lPtaE7SUSsqw7a5EmJf76tUxuJ5tFmasN2vwl9k3goLrDr8AQvQvPuvJzq/s1600/15+Tea+station+at+Share-It+Square.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4zUIJj9rh2gU7n-aJePnkcRf8XKJbqgklnROt4jnpGSyjgq3WVAgw3LrBLqgpt4LGD4xCgAG3_9dE7bK__lPtaE7SUSsqw7a5EmJf76tUxuJ5tFmasN2vwl9k3goLrDr8AQvQvPuvJzq/s320/15+Tea+station+at+Share-It+Square.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597148916024007922" /></a><br /><br />And so back to the start. And yes, at Westmoreland Park I did see yet another pukatron. As I walked past, it was spinning away, set in motion by unseen forces that were no longer present.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-0gd0HZbXk?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-0gd0HZbXk?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-87699832918238062572011-04-17T22:49:00.000-07:002011-04-18T19:05:33.541-07:00Walk 45: Troutdale: Downtown & Parks (3 miles)I picked a crappy day to do this walk weather-wise, but it was still interesting, and a good workout.<br /><br />A grand metal arch announced my entrance to the town:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Zc1IM5mZU-2UoY22FPwxsKDZmmfPALJNhagYZFX2BoD6IbIM3hn22Ls2P7vsE8RshO1rn1543Qq56yGo6aPCsIOyUVAIe0hxl3zkjqu4w_1NsHJyF0DC36DZP8u6nA1SNFsYa9rUUMU4/s1600/01+entrance.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Zc1IM5mZU-2UoY22FPwxsKDZmmfPALJNhagYZFX2BoD6IbIM3hn22Ls2P7vsE8RshO1rn1543Qq56yGo6aPCsIOyUVAIe0hxl3zkjqu4w_1NsHJyF0DC36DZP8u6nA1SNFsYa9rUUMU4/s320/01+entrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797683095014066" /></a><br /><br />As I walked past the storefronts, I couldn't help but feel a little like I was entering a Twilight Zone episode, that if I walked through any of the doors I would find nothing but plywood supports and a dirt field behind them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuBynMFdI5YFXCzxzYEHYZGtLwM7pPCrK1b9CPx3io5chLUEvFmVgWmbMFq5EylNxrK2vqlNZOBneVWrZwpB9xOUPDYEQKRRXaRRqV0KNjJhZyZKJUm7T8Gil5hoYslBROg0hjM-D1NIx/s1600/02+troutdale.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuBynMFdI5YFXCzxzYEHYZGtLwM7pPCrK1b9CPx3io5chLUEvFmVgWmbMFq5EylNxrK2vqlNZOBneVWrZwpB9xOUPDYEQKRRXaRRqV0KNjJhZyZKJUm7T8Gil5hoYslBROg0hjM-D1NIx/s320/02+troutdale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797628940914674" /></a><br /><br />Just before I left the downtown area, I passed this curious sight. You don't often see a roof collapse all the way below street level:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRZ25A8HuyaPmszbZnos_jTgB02eWAmtaWBBJaO2gELgTo4_UYs8xfc-7c_hkfNZt8XF4_q5dyRcaFVk-WPzFCEIyzFjTbBjAAyfglwdL3wFK1ARe_QsuNqk2V4rtp-aiUx_CX4wyavbl/s1600/03+collapse.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRZ25A8HuyaPmszbZnos_jTgB02eWAmtaWBBJaO2gELgTo4_UYs8xfc-7c_hkfNZt8XF4_q5dyRcaFVk-WPzFCEIyzFjTbBjAAyfglwdL3wFK1ARe_QsuNqk2V4rtp-aiUx_CX4wyavbl/s320/03+collapse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797629905197186" /></a><br /><br />Next on the Historic Columbia River Highway came the Harlow House and Barn Museums, "open every 3rd Saturday from 10 to 2." Inside (apparently, as this wasn't one of those 3rd Saturdays), you can view life as it was back in the early 1900's: Wood stove, butter making equipment, utensils, etc.<br /><br />Fred Harlow, a sea captain-turned-businessman from Maine, built the house in 1900, added some trout ponds around the area, and named the new town Troutdale in honor of the fish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFIqrgO5lPOLHW9Fyldr_7HDg7JsBBX_5Ewpm0lRN5Hwx2M4OlsihYoHqEsbLnFeHpDbdGCr_p0hNPVDORZmNY4TO-A5aSeXKkEU-tW7MDblxcPFN8-RcQXTDHiAOfVKnlBHzuZeeCYNTH/s1600/04+harlow+house.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFIqrgO5lPOLHW9Fyldr_7HDg7JsBBX_5Ewpm0lRN5Hwx2M4OlsihYoHqEsbLnFeHpDbdGCr_p0hNPVDORZmNY4TO-A5aSeXKkEU-tW7MDblxcPFN8-RcQXTDHiAOfVKnlBHzuZeeCYNTH/s320/04+harlow+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797623182822434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0x4e0ZzDehovXKjq7mhSjVyp22jQaKpAk3qJFyBD7LL-GnajZ2gLRmTpJbo8krPi2d89WQj1xp9JaXjCscr00EtL5XYULI3tRqEKK6uzMGVaZjrYKrdtv-YUvTykID9GgInLVkInSbHU/s1600/05+barn+museum.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0x4e0ZzDehovXKjq7mhSjVyp22jQaKpAk3qJFyBD7LL-GnajZ2gLRmTpJbo8krPi2d89WQj1xp9JaXjCscr00EtL5XYULI3tRqEKK6uzMGVaZjrYKrdtv-YUvTykID9GgInLVkInSbHU/s320/05+barn+museum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797624457704706" /></a><br /><br />There are a few new houses popping up in the area as well, like this one. Looked kind of weird though, isolated from the other houses around it. Not much of a neighborhood here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FOo0JYJIoXFddKllJB3XOAVRh2O9oNH_SZBtg_TLpEyUrV2-0TyWSSSYvpJdRozDydxJnDk18NNknzpqP6PjEkSwYIhiagG-zAY5TlHTP-9ssdahToWvIZqHr-T81dySs17aH9grw4dm/s1600/06+new+house.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FOo0JYJIoXFddKllJB3XOAVRh2O9oNH_SZBtg_TLpEyUrV2-0TyWSSSYvpJdRozDydxJnDk18NNknzpqP6PjEkSwYIhiagG-zAY5TlHTP-9ssdahToWvIZqHr-T81dySs17aH9grw4dm/s320/06+new+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797622918976770" /></a><br /><br />I then crossed the historic Sandy Bridge, built in 1912, with much of the wear and tear of the years showing in the wood planks that I walked over to get to the other side. Bit of an adrenaline rush, actually, as the bridge rattled when trucks rolled over it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXlGibT9M6eXMLiSyGUPZjB_MStwjYFg5OfWvZt5uIJMKqziq0JNsbtAkFyMhZvixHiY8TFIXHyc4JldAyhDqQfbyVl8FLGntYnW4rrtbZlq4gDs2X4lzh7o1goL2qo4LyMKn7lZIn0aio/s1600/07+sandy+bridge.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXlGibT9M6eXMLiSyGUPZjB_MStwjYFg5OfWvZt5uIJMKqziq0JNsbtAkFyMhZvixHiY8TFIXHyc4JldAyhDqQfbyVl8FLGntYnW4rrtbZlq4gDs2X4lzh7o1goL2qo4LyMKn7lZIn0aio/s320/07+sandy+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797505855997250" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicJo-IFstkIeRWDrLd7MUJgEAA3d_VM_jkQy91TsPt37sLOkyPMclzhsWrMoDey2WJXbJOxpzSqf2HKkSxq2epZENDOBTU9CxmobZNcS9nLH169TBhu19YXETxZFuTPOOOC6HcqoG4idB/s1600/08+crack+in+bridge.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicJo-IFstkIeRWDrLd7MUJgEAA3d_VM_jkQy91TsPt37sLOkyPMclzhsWrMoDey2WJXbJOxpzSqf2HKkSxq2epZENDOBTU9CxmobZNcS9nLH169TBhu19YXETxZFuTPOOOC6HcqoG4idB/s320/08+crack+in+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797502539532578" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9WP31i2rQjKLh6oZqF3jEZ71ru0i4ykAR2Ts316gBGDyoxKMZFk-Y0MfBLU9B-07R4MlR-gORstqazn3knSU5mjzkM_9fZxyxChV2OUoh78um3Oh3Dgsv8rGd9Fd-tztE4mddeL8CUV6/s1600/09+hole+in+bridge.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9WP31i2rQjKLh6oZqF3jEZ71ru0i4ykAR2Ts316gBGDyoxKMZFk-Y0MfBLU9B-07R4MlR-gORstqazn3knSU5mjzkM_9fZxyxChV2OUoh78um3Oh3Dgsv8rGd9Fd-tztE4mddeL8CUV6/s320/09+hole+in+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797496645955634" /></a><br /><br />Leaving the bridge, I made my way down to the Sandy River, the banks of which are indeed quite sandy. This sign made me pause for a minute, until I realized it was meant for river traffic and not automobiles! (doh)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYHW8AYFp_9Db5erP7bMSDidS7gMFK-BPjMhV8krlGYXGnEvh2Il2T9dvJP_ld0-u1LaVoBMSsGTDyv6k17WvZeXHnV7XN9BpC8TQG3nGdp165_a3BSQo4XfTIuo_0N5e3g0bdOiw96YXd/s1600/10+warning.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYHW8AYFp_9Db5erP7bMSDidS7gMFK-BPjMhV8krlGYXGnEvh2Il2T9dvJP_ld0-u1LaVoBMSsGTDyv6k17WvZeXHnV7XN9BpC8TQG3nGdp165_a3BSQo4XfTIuo_0N5e3g0bdOiw96YXd/s320/10+warning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797490036687730" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99gVsWzKEgeHeHK-s3FbmroYzhOwDJN2txcjxoPdr0W9qSygJ4BVGDdrN2nfAXFExya54Vh8JNeMkTvTR-gVzooZYNyG2iNIGclfNq1kFTP87i2dud9umiuRCDa93_xeEHfTC6yPFQShz/s1600/12+sandy+beach.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99gVsWzKEgeHeHK-s3FbmroYzhOwDJN2txcjxoPdr0W9qSygJ4BVGDdrN2nfAXFExya54Vh8JNeMkTvTR-gVzooZYNyG2iNIGclfNq1kFTP87i2dud9umiuRCDa93_xeEHfTC6yPFQShz/s320/12+sandy+beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797365450188018" /></a><br /><br />The furthest point of the walk was at the Lewis and Clark State Park. I read in the book about Broughton Bluff, which looked like a nice little side hike up a hill. I found the trail and scooted up. (The picture doesn't show how steep this was, but I was almost on my hands and knees going up, which was fun because the ground was so wet and muddy.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHdhgKtjsfqMavVO-Xhcdj9ZFRcjt1xNDd-n-T6yvq6UTvcO3JoiGIdrbzhbhNgpQIoqqAcunWjt71wE3f1W8ugE-qZecSSh379wXt3MlNi6RLSrcqr0HXt1JQpgDcYQhq3nsEHEoK11i/s1600/13+path.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHdhgKtjsfqMavVO-Xhcdj9ZFRcjt1xNDd-n-T6yvq6UTvcO3JoiGIdrbzhbhNgpQIoqqAcunWjt71wE3f1W8ugE-qZecSSh379wXt3MlNi6RLSrcqr0HXt1JQpgDcYQhq3nsEHEoK11i/s320/13+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797357500951602" /></a><br /><br />Apparently I took the wrong trail though, as it came to a dead end about three-fourths of the way to the top. Suddenly, my leg started burning intensely and I began to wonder if I had wandered into something I shouldn't have. Anyone recognize this plant? My guess is nettles but I don't know...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYOnOf7HbfkPdxEk4hRsWlgP5DyvZwcEW__ErgmUoInGHQWKXNr4U_JGdNKQqPMcth91TkPjAcmz5WLdXEH8BslYZw5tPPQhgY6W2JaMLQUTF_VnVKMmxyu0ryCshzRJrgfoRQDWOrtzK/s1600/14+nettles.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYOnOf7HbfkPdxEk4hRsWlgP5DyvZwcEW__ErgmUoInGHQWKXNr4U_JGdNKQqPMcth91TkPjAcmz5WLdXEH8BslYZw5tPPQhgY6W2JaMLQUTF_VnVKMmxyu0ryCshzRJrgfoRQDWOrtzK/s320/14+nettles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797358492868082" /></a><br /><br />At least I got a nice look down from there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0bpSv6IZnB6DQz80UPe2NZqqTlKqcq_62HSdxgTDBi9UNnYbbSmmETpOSUkRA6OOCAwfiY1cIYt84oid_oH3V4NkSFpy-p34Tza4Cic1-GfKFFubgGFAcJDSkGVhd7EcvYWmqhm78cJf/s1600/15+view+from+top.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0bpSv6IZnB6DQz80UPe2NZqqTlKqcq_62HSdxgTDBi9UNnYbbSmmETpOSUkRA6OOCAwfiY1cIYt84oid_oH3V4NkSFpy-p34Tza4Cic1-GfKFFubgGFAcJDSkGVhd7EcvYWmqhm78cJf/s320/15+view+from+top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797356682408210" /></a><br /><br />As I made my way back down, and toward the exit trail, I saw this. <span style="font-weight:bold;">NOW </span>they put a sign!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUbeNOJoWf2BvdoQ2abWpXZngJ7o2Tap74aMGKaGxzZhHy82mTun5Awo2ScGtZnCEgeDv_rpenQQNCJFOBuaa3LOF5D0GUISeCfbq3s9hnWw6305LguKeDQYyl5liP6uYy2jyqbkrp7RE/s1600/16+warning.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUbeNOJoWf2BvdoQ2abWpXZngJ7o2Tap74aMGKaGxzZhHy82mTun5Awo2ScGtZnCEgeDv_rpenQQNCJFOBuaa3LOF5D0GUISeCfbq3s9hnWw6305LguKeDQYyl5liP6uYy2jyqbkrp7RE/s320/16+warning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797349497489714" /></a><br /><br />As I left the park and returned over the Sandy Bridge, I saw a sign to a "beach." Hm, I wondered, is it a nice one? (Perhaps the "no dogs" sign was a hint.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiIIGYRejH5_SdTcmWWwe6qhaIKwVg-emzQBj2TsQEST0wR3k7Nk5jWRI0YKtB6_uHpfiD1s_mcw_vIaAV0pld3lRFFC7iEGh568qYHylcgqC268YpFu9s6JUe8KGrDfEKPhqTeoXL9z1/s1600/18+beach+entrance.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiIIGYRejH5_SdTcmWWwe6qhaIKwVg-emzQBj2TsQEST0wR3k7Nk5jWRI0YKtB6_uHpfiD1s_mcw_vIaAV0pld3lRFFC7iEGh568qYHylcgqC268YpFu9s6JUe8KGrDfEKPhqTeoXL9z1/s320/18+beach+entrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797227034731554" /></a><br /><br />Well, if you like to play on a beach where if you wander into the water you could drown easily, then yes, I imagine it's quite pleasant in sunnier/warmer times.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUdxy9XD5xDgOWZ9GIDETyrXpsxtdu3AY5qudV32H5zSDWHu7FNmkHWNDGghFC3q6DQ47cPHgV3QJyFqB5NaUNOWdAfi76-HQzBWuxyPdHFajJqFPLKX5JWgje5eFqSaicnfVGo2Nf0Ka/s1600/20+beach+warning.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUdxy9XD5xDgOWZ9GIDETyrXpsxtdu3AY5qudV32H5zSDWHu7FNmkHWNDGghFC3q6DQ47cPHgV3QJyFqB5NaUNOWdAfi76-HQzBWuxyPdHFajJqFPLKX5JWgje5eFqSaicnfVGo2Nf0Ka/s320/20+beach+warning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797222044990578" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGUOf0PF6OvvMqp9-bobcqscZzHNYsvZW130WlSIJF_AJVxe-WGrZe0oyNgeym_6XZKkqFGtQ3asj90XcdNaSN82B_blY8_cJrFg764eW0s18xyQhGBKZYmMZS44LHT6yN1ABupSAwsD4/s1600/21+bridge+from+beach.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGUOf0PF6OvvMqp9-bobcqscZzHNYsvZW130WlSIJF_AJVxe-WGrZe0oyNgeym_6XZKkqFGtQ3asj90XcdNaSN82B_blY8_cJrFg764eW0s18xyQhGBKZYmMZS44LHT6yN1ABupSAwsD4/s320/21+bridge+from+beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797218277179042" /></a><br /><br />I then walked back up the Highway and past the Harlow House, where I found another small trail up a hill, this one much more scenic and benign. Glad I didn't miss it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnrBcdjudV-nl6DPRC2ya166ArR4wzcZPyJnpb630QyNZ54wkG7ON1XWTZtK4O3ZinC3N5MxeMneLwxaoehrRGyfVThgAwVC9WUOYSQ_WV3rOoKkU55Ob5p4IW7oXF2zytjqLgBhZ5DT1/s1600/22+path+to+strawberry+meadows+greenway.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnrBcdjudV-nl6DPRC2ya166ArR4wzcZPyJnpb630QyNZ54wkG7ON1XWTZtK4O3ZinC3N5MxeMneLwxaoehrRGyfVThgAwVC9WUOYSQ_WV3rOoKkU55Ob5p4IW7oXF2zytjqLgBhZ5DT1/s320/22+path+to+strawberry+meadows+greenway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797088372457970" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp81XM8p6qB9aW_CaXCOydsEtA9Xckgqf2jidnEdLeAHknbklL2XpZhyobbs4mRCHfQR8icopPC7eEDtR_H2zciFaqghrxDrmPY1NTL2ZCDdL0jSLtRYKa1cYs-yTYJvfZw_E1UAF0xy6I/s1600/23+view+down+from+path.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp81XM8p6qB9aW_CaXCOydsEtA9Xckgqf2jidnEdLeAHknbklL2XpZhyobbs4mRCHfQR8icopPC7eEDtR_H2zciFaqghrxDrmPY1NTL2ZCDdL0jSLtRYKa1cYs-yTYJvfZw_E1UAF0xy6I/s320/23+view+down+from+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797085978898882" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgwy6kFdeF2VpAR_M7S97HpyvCwP3XV2ZSS85zf0JvW8LyvE7U_asVlPArSn4NqcMZDYHcRs8gEg4qo23ud_5I8dEfvh512CzJm1ScLCd6kJuhYL_4ng8PJnIhDKxwQKQelSIjDwiIIf8/s1600/24+nice+bridge.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgwy6kFdeF2VpAR_M7S97HpyvCwP3XV2ZSS85zf0JvW8LyvE7U_asVlPArSn4NqcMZDYHcRs8gEg4qo23ud_5I8dEfvh512CzJm1ScLCd6kJuhYL_4ng8PJnIhDKxwQKQelSIjDwiIIf8/s320/24+nice+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797083944145250" /></a><br /><br />One final stop at the Depot Museum; but alas, this one was also open only every 3rd Saturday from 10 to 2. Small chance finding this open on a random trip like mine!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0Od0gpAlxYDT4c2awgHGUIPyvhCVPPpiTwglRsuppH6Ban_6AlfSr07GqWekRJoxh-DnVy5XzQiJXSB_bFLKkNGm5S-D0XphlPjih2t5dS4NoTYblXqrHRy-trO-rVZXFLAZeDwof-ZL/s1600/25+depot+museum+at+depot+park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0Od0gpAlxYDT4c2awgHGUIPyvhCVPPpiTwglRsuppH6Ban_6AlfSr07GqWekRJoxh-DnVy5XzQiJXSB_bFLKkNGm5S-D0XphlPjih2t5dS4NoTYblXqrHRy-trO-rVZXFLAZeDwof-ZL/s320/25+depot+museum+at+depot+park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596797080400594450" /></a><br /><br />It had been a cold walk for an April day (mid 40's) and rainy and windy, but it was certainly an adventure. I saw more than I expected, or bargained for, and the good news was that the burning in my legs only lasted the rest of the evening. By the next morning I was fine. Lucky me!David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-30228059665201910162011-04-10T22:41:00.000-07:002011-04-12T07:14:39.658-07:00Walk 44: Westmoreland to Crystal Springs to Reed College (5 miles)This walk had not one but two distinct human-made "natural" areas, both to which I'd never been, but was happy I finally did!<br /><br />This walk started at SE 17th Avenue and Bybee Boulevard in the Westmoreland neighborhood of Portland. I headed east, crossing train tracks and the Bybee Bridge, traveling alongside the Eastmoreland Golf Course. I couldn't decide whether it was nice, or cruel. Kept thinking how much I'd like to get out there on the links!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTM33RfOqXFbUhlGom3JOUQ1RYdThLOOcE7SX8AvIk3to3nRwveQzCr6_DwLA7f9bIQI913Yfmz01Vn7fPK3dUgXQfmYR-V5lAKkYKUnA4Ebay-roMJ2qYpmF6FLO6wWeJXidd4zUo2HTa/s1600/01+Bybee+Bridge.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTM33RfOqXFbUhlGom3JOUQ1RYdThLOOcE7SX8AvIk3to3nRwveQzCr6_DwLA7f9bIQI913Yfmz01Vn7fPK3dUgXQfmYR-V5lAKkYKUnA4Ebay-roMJ2qYpmF6FLO6wWeJXidd4zUo2HTa/s320/01+Bybee+Bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594584434709660786" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWghoJjQElT2c883Lhnv3VACMwAoxeGppr5FApP7qSG2bIP1yo0g3DgnM5SjAR4HE4EBl3QycD4HZRjenB2X6Lb6TAg3hFgEANpoKu757TovozCrIfJ-LJpZy7XlzXN7SeYyRx2OK56CIN/s1600/02+Eastmoreland+Golf+Course.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWghoJjQElT2c883Lhnv3VACMwAoxeGppr5FApP7qSG2bIP1yo0g3DgnM5SjAR4HE4EBl3QycD4HZRjenB2X6Lb6TAg3hFgEANpoKu757TovozCrIfJ-LJpZy7XlzXN7SeYyRx2OK56CIN/s320/02+Eastmoreland+Golf+Course.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594584429010053826" /></a><br /><br />I arrived at the Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden, and paid the $3 admission fee (free on Tuesdays and Wednesdays but this was a Sunday). The price was totally worth it, based on the sights and smells of the place. I spent a good 45 minutes wandering around, relaxing quite a bit in spite of my haste to complete the walk and get home in time for dinner.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrW1q44NwDLcvAsJPNDcVH5W8GE1X4PQRNOinEGETrQT7BWx8kUJFQDQ-o5cSq__429TMepIn9Bz86Ky0egw-AaNNBihhzBIjMR8d3T9jBKM7PeFY3d1M7czpH1b4Wd0pIGL6cwdI5UXnr/s1600/03+Crystal+Springs+bridge.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrW1q44NwDLcvAsJPNDcVH5W8GE1X4PQRNOinEGETrQT7BWx8kUJFQDQ-o5cSq__429TMepIn9Bz86Ky0egw-AaNNBihhzBIjMR8d3T9jBKM7PeFY3d1M7czpH1b4Wd0pIGL6cwdI5UXnr/s320/03+Crystal+Springs+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594585193318161954" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3uDfK-HF7XrWTARecPcGZ2Spr8OiLVYomrppzXvxw9669fn7mbp4pe7oQW-PNxThOAzmYrl3UANIGmzltwFh3dW3vMxzfhQ0kkf1eOkUwf8fLS65EG-DeAXW7juVaH0KOjpkuKNKVSoo/s1600/04+Crystal+Springs+waterfall1.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3uDfK-HF7XrWTARecPcGZ2Spr8OiLVYomrppzXvxw9669fn7mbp4pe7oQW-PNxThOAzmYrl3UANIGmzltwFh3dW3vMxzfhQ0kkf1eOkUwf8fLS65EG-DeAXW7juVaH0KOjpkuKNKVSoo/s320/04+Crystal+Springs+waterfall1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594585186793584002" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Ch6tJDIuiESp9vusiQOYOcR-8ZJFPNVnzBRfxE0mKULdkRNb0RTPV9XpiXzVOmDZG1NThP6zU-T3ih5uesB1asGuVueVON_LlVRixto1_f9tvqKYjHqnxNYa6iYOKE67tgQ9z-7caNaz/s1600/05+Crystal+Springs+rhododendron.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Ch6tJDIuiESp9vusiQOYOcR-8ZJFPNVnzBRfxE0mKULdkRNb0RTPV9XpiXzVOmDZG1NThP6zU-T3ih5uesB1asGuVueVON_LlVRixto1_f9tvqKYjHqnxNYa6iYOKE67tgQ9z-7caNaz/s320/05+Crystal+Springs+rhododendron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594585185724356498" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69CXRgdZr0JG_h6j3t9qeG2tGgSMvin1mMJNfmAinmrQOCnlm8Pgk_3jGY4nbJnALAjlPs276ub7b0JhYW4w7CtfqsYjDIuMh2mIVkwJWVUj5Mkct7yTDKo4ZrZ6BmwcIqpUo-IXQZuS8/s1600/06+Crystal+Springs+beauty.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69CXRgdZr0JG_h6j3t9qeG2tGgSMvin1mMJNfmAinmrQOCnlm8Pgk_3jGY4nbJnALAjlPs276ub7b0JhYW4w7CtfqsYjDIuMh2mIVkwJWVUj5Mkct7yTDKo4ZrZ6BmwcIqpUo-IXQZuS8/s320/06+Crystal+Springs+beauty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594585182345942610" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ5meSOyFkpRPXu4oAwvL54zJkGxQl1bNWKwogTPoeaNceGQ3aujWZTm4VkRaUJTMPRYNwLZcYXZsytvDbyWKs0cwIGvaQ190lGdegP90LV0WIT_SEi0cQ6Ggt6OnfCDmi41DDfoZdRTh/s1600/08+Crystal+Springs+view+to+golf+course.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ5meSOyFkpRPXu4oAwvL54zJkGxQl1bNWKwogTPoeaNceGQ3aujWZTm4VkRaUJTMPRYNwLZcYXZsytvDbyWKs0cwIGvaQ190lGdegP90LV0WIT_SEi0cQ6Ggt6OnfCDmi41DDfoZdRTh/s320/08+Crystal+Springs+view+to+golf+course.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594585174571130066" /></a><br /><br />If you like ducks (and geese), this place has LOTS of them. I caught these two napping near a gently trickling waterfall. Nice day for it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBSn5an158i7f1tTc2JOy1YEevYPr7mscR6GbmbLKRhDh6VUL5Iqr-nxU8r_Irg_TNEvRZ74S_HKdFEzxX2vzNFYuAlYVlpa8DX7Xdgh8Xyy8d4_M6p_PmZukLwQtsEBfFCDMqNytPglF/s1600/10+napping+ducks.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBSn5an158i7f1tTc2JOy1YEevYPr7mscR6GbmbLKRhDh6VUL5Iqr-nxU8r_Irg_TNEvRZ74S_HKdFEzxX2vzNFYuAlYVlpa8DX7Xdgh8Xyy8d4_M6p_PmZukLwQtsEBfFCDMqNytPglF/s320/10+napping+ducks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594585756376865426" /></a><br /><br />I left Crystal Springs feeling somewhat rejuvenated, and continued on SE 28th Avenue to Reed College, where I found my way to a path that went a long way around a creek, lake and springs. It was really nice back there, and there were very few people on the paths to disturb the reverie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9kanpwkF6Q4DHSwK5WVJMv8u6rN1TMMdW3SnnXTfXkiPKMr4saOAFdQsTfSNaA3uEG2xkZxDRimw67BtsDaeDy1BGX32D07-30KtgY6VmfeOSz8lLxBE4hHRXcpUg1C5C5JKsnXj3QWA/s1600/11+trail+around+Reed+College.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9kanpwkF6Q4DHSwK5WVJMv8u6rN1TMMdW3SnnXTfXkiPKMr4saOAFdQsTfSNaA3uEG2xkZxDRimw67BtsDaeDy1BGX32D07-30KtgY6VmfeOSz8lLxBE4hHRXcpUg1C5C5JKsnXj3QWA/s320/11+trail+around+Reed+College.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594586863387985026" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXsM5PBxZx3SaUEnGAZaTegeOw4uPqijU5vdXEJjUEgw3zMnJwUe1-pEqq45KQQQwpsaUrYSL0BMOI9LKQJbpIFpsLFoQV2cLWU-hA1xWB5f4uGcU9GLU2hBYltqts7ZCleONVA72r7md/s1600/11.5+pond+at+Reed+College.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXsM5PBxZx3SaUEnGAZaTegeOw4uPqijU5vdXEJjUEgw3zMnJwUe1-pEqq45KQQQwpsaUrYSL0BMOI9LKQJbpIFpsLFoQV2cLWU-hA1xWB5f4uGcU9GLU2hBYltqts7ZCleONVA72r7md/s320/11.5+pond+at+Reed+College.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594586857489191186" /></a><br /><br />I left the trail and walked up to the college for a quick look around. Didn't see much - again, was trying to get back home in time to make food for the kids - but I did see some nice old buildings, well maintained campus grounds, and a cool outdoor amphitheater in front of the creek. I could just see them doing Shakespeare in this setting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXSO2V96s4GZlAOe5pY-2G89uEPOruYERAuXFqyu5IX6G3uleKZUH5R7hp5-ToT3zVSgleHLK04aNB95OcwzKDd5UgbAkkDaPRYBI9Y9RSt08B9uDhmMBe8y03H8AXV7AZEz2POgOUEuc/s1600/12+Reed+College+campus.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXSO2V96s4GZlAOe5pY-2G89uEPOruYERAuXFqyu5IX6G3uleKZUH5R7hp5-ToT3zVSgleHLK04aNB95OcwzKDd5UgbAkkDaPRYBI9Y9RSt08B9uDhmMBe8y03H8AXV7AZEz2POgOUEuc/s320/12+Reed+College+campus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594587574567111442" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLby_PEYc0WUQzt30BWk8r1fZ4oN_pxSRWq6aDss4MIpUV8Cu-IOiTzbfPpVyaEa3NyxCIQoNTiz0EEOB3SQpYSd9JCgtLCu0wNVDVWC9YbaWeefhczYAy3OOzJ0nRJY3tYENsUDcarbx/s1600/13+Reed+College+amphitheater.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLby_PEYc0WUQzt30BWk8r1fZ4oN_pxSRWq6aDss4MIpUV8Cu-IOiTzbfPpVyaEa3NyxCIQoNTiz0EEOB3SQpYSd9JCgtLCu0wNVDVWC9YbaWeefhczYAy3OOzJ0nRJY3tYENsUDcarbx/s320/13+Reed+College+amphitheater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594587568921653874" /></a><br /><br />Starting back, I passed this fruit stand, and enjoyed some "berry good" fresh strawberries and plums.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8xEMqh4SC4Ok_kWDWlETXmXUFY7c6RcoXiG_z9JzXiGYwRgzVBpKj_sWLa38Y5XWR0n_dsflKny94H3Cy4ED3MEMhv5SGF_JQnAG_4ReBUZwYv-6E5Xi9FMpHPmIHr_IyWwjfT3vA-hH/s1600/14+Berry+good+fruit.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8xEMqh4SC4Ok_kWDWlETXmXUFY7c6RcoXiG_z9JzXiGYwRgzVBpKj_sWLa38Y5XWR0n_dsflKny94H3Cy4ED3MEMhv5SGF_JQnAG_4ReBUZwYv-6E5Xi9FMpHPmIHr_IyWwjfT3vA-hH/s320/14+Berry+good+fruit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594587869667792226" /></a><br /><br />As I returned to my car, I saw quite a queue across the street for Saburo's. Must be pretty good sushi in that place!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8I9w7xMehtw4r8PXzaQI1I7TudFqB7VmdkutoHjasCJpatVbDjaF0rWLtFRQxM-_t_eB_AG3W7IrT_ucmImazJdNV6zgW8cQxTAI03FqdbKMK51VPy_YuI7mYPo0CCUEiq5PmQeWo3S-/s1600/15+Saburo%2527s+Sushi.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8I9w7xMehtw4r8PXzaQI1I7TudFqB7VmdkutoHjasCJpatVbDjaF0rWLtFRQxM-_t_eB_AG3W7IrT_ucmImazJdNV6zgW8cQxTAI03FqdbKMK51VPy_YuI7mYPo0CCUEiq5PmQeWo3S-/s320/15+Saburo%2527s+Sushi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594588656302274034" /></a><br /><br />A very nice mid-distance walk. The best part was definitely the Crystal Springs garden. It's quite large, and I could easily spend a couple hours there with a sketch book, drawing or writing. Matter of fact, I'm pretty sure I'll be back.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnk6zcr-Xr4?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnk6zcr-Xr4?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-72048281210488851312011-04-08T23:00:00.000-07:002011-04-12T07:13:38.246-07:00Walk 43: Willamette Historic District, West Linn (2 miles)It’s striking how regular walking has changed my perspective on distance. Two miles used to seem pretty long. Now it’s a short stroll! This walk wound through the historic district of Willamette, with a side trip past Willamette Park and the confluence of the Willamette and Tualatin Rivers.<br /><br />It started at 12th Street and Willamette Falls Drive, an area of a few shop fronts but not a lot more.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPeiI4GR94fO1iYun8IWo5ED2dhkoovTIzNot7xKW5ZtB2n5vUJw7C-FZZ-u6ysqlS-o5QBPJTVJfU8UJEc9jVqm70wJCGaTeM_PVlgQtgTHEvYFIIZMRFhwaMs7b0yMwQLerEjFaUNBx/s1600/01+West+Linn+start.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPeiI4GR94fO1iYun8IWo5ED2dhkoovTIzNot7xKW5ZtB2n5vUJw7C-FZZ-u6ysqlS-o5QBPJTVJfU8UJEc9jVqm70wJCGaTeM_PVlgQtgTHEvYFIIZMRFhwaMs7b0yMwQLerEjFaUNBx/s320/01+West+Linn+start.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218984274055778" /></a><br /><br />I headed down picket fence-lined streets, where I eventually saw cow prints embedded in one sidewalk.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3bc9fjcQVWBIrpvENgPej5aLX-d2Xxe33Gq7v_CmHR-sHHJkedLrZCNy0XIBa7tZz8gKzSHpvOngHfIkhYwjCxDrHNrFXxkAbtWrqZgfSeWtoAe6blOJNwUcsqCwHq5t2bw3dSAM97uD/s1600/02+6th+Ave.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3bc9fjcQVWBIrpvENgPej5aLX-d2Xxe33Gq7v_CmHR-sHHJkedLrZCNy0XIBa7tZz8gKzSHpvOngHfIkhYwjCxDrHNrFXxkAbtWrqZgfSeWtoAe6blOJNwUcsqCwHq5t2bw3dSAM97uD/s320/02+6th+Ave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218874985937634" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkopBFJAeULHPM_2Fn8K35CewUuKSkArRX0EMZ5YyL08QXAxDMJTvSGs4Hk7xZgEMap5K97hyphenhyphenAoQRHwrLUOWOAWsZO_TrrGg5jwGzKFi083Zz-kfxfZ-G-rKdJE2KPn75rAyB4_SlBgfx/s1600/03+cowprints+in+sidewalk+on+14th+st.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkopBFJAeULHPM_2Fn8K35CewUuKSkArRX0EMZ5YyL08QXAxDMJTvSGs4Hk7xZgEMap5K97hyphenhyphenAoQRHwrLUOWOAWsZO_TrrGg5jwGzKFi083Zz-kfxfZ-G-rKdJE2KPn75rAyB4_SlBgfx/s320/03+cowprints+in+sidewalk+on+14th+st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218876950719634" /></a><br /><br />As I would through town, I passed some interesting historic looking houses, with the same style name plates as I saw in Oregon City. (I dubbed the last one "The wizard hat house.")<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHQUkd0PI5W9qrT5MJKC1jW8ZofYY1YydfvP4AYl8zTToBFMLFppfxxcvFFQxMiXN4SEdrysOgLVLDzsGIrrwnDBE8Z9IWzTn5dV1qaSrgDgJk9rne6lc0ytTMInSN5s201bYs24A01K3/s1600/04+house+2%252C+j.+h.+ralston.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHQUkd0PI5W9qrT5MJKC1jW8ZofYY1YydfvP4AYl8zTToBFMLFppfxxcvFFQxMiXN4SEdrysOgLVLDzsGIrrwnDBE8Z9IWzTn5dV1qaSrgDgJk9rne6lc0ytTMInSN5s201bYs24A01K3/s320/04+house+2%252C+j.+h.+ralston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218658968068706" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO5ugZiK31K0mS0WknWxwvRnb9NiFUlQwhktmvPx4wOn7auP8Fy47WBLSMjElbykrYiHKSXcy2OtG6nOne1UtZL94tSvnqtwlOIcpxgp46Cx5RC5H_B8-DiMHR16IB4pfjhmPhwRGjojCn/s1600/05+house+3%252C+1847+Queen+Anne.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO5ugZiK31K0mS0WknWxwvRnb9NiFUlQwhktmvPx4wOn7auP8Fy47WBLSMjElbykrYiHKSXcy2OtG6nOne1UtZL94tSvnqtwlOIcpxgp46Cx5RC5H_B8-DiMHR16IB4pfjhmPhwRGjojCn/s320/05+house+3%252C+1847+Queen+Anne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218656177616594" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje44ldctaYTX8Rt12Dt8KmoZYNA3XNH2kgKjJ-Ed6GrvIRDuSu4w-xQj30Te1ffyunonIjNwkOxsZTpGcwcML5Doi4688aQ6svxRg2spFrDhGvEOzG78CCCkaLqdYyrqqYElVBluATpwtc/s1600/06+house+4%252C+wizard+hat.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje44ldctaYTX8Rt12Dt8KmoZYNA3XNH2kgKjJ-Ed6GrvIRDuSu4w-xQj30Te1ffyunonIjNwkOxsZTpGcwcML5Doi4688aQ6svxRg2spFrDhGvEOzG78CCCkaLqdYyrqqYElVBluATpwtc/s320/06+house+4%252C+wizard+hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218656631257938" /></a><br /><br />As I made my way toward the Tualatin River, I saw this ridiculously large house, complete with vineyard and basketball court. Interestingly though, I wasn’t even remotely envious of it. It just looked so isolated. Where’s the community?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX09ujjnm05kxWdNrhLw4sszvJur3Yeptnd86Fliy7msKxhRC12A0GeOsOFYvjup0TXu_axYv0dsBf5aoN94dDZbDOFrxDNXiEut8agMmHizfolEw06Zu3es3G7CesfN5jQ6FVSxIScMM-/s1600/07+vineyard+%2526+big+house.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX09ujjnm05kxWdNrhLw4sszvJur3Yeptnd86Fliy7msKxhRC12A0GeOsOFYvjup0TXu_axYv0dsBf5aoN94dDZbDOFrxDNXiEut8agMmHizfolEw06Zu3es3G7CesfN5jQ6FVSxIScMM-/s320/07+vineyard+%2526+big+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218429076768338" /></a><br /><br />As I passed the bridge over the river, I saw these signs. Kind of sums up my impression about the pace of West Linn in general:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAoOlDTqeenmqNd6t1rodrmxfYS-Vobi3257UABiNPs0XdEr0041XVYXLQZ5MgBGU3_nkeDTAnHx6aV1xsRfr5OGcgRCzkVTMXgoc2kSNw9BJ8kHH5BLjezef79eyxP55g3X0juUtH4_Sv/s1600/08+25+mph+on+14th+st.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAoOlDTqeenmqNd6t1rodrmxfYS-Vobi3257UABiNPs0XdEr0041XVYXLQZ5MgBGU3_nkeDTAnHx6aV1xsRfr5OGcgRCzkVTMXgoc2kSNw9BJ8kHH5BLjezef79eyxP55g3X0juUtH4_Sv/s320/08+25+mph+on+14th+st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218313603494002" /></a><br /><br />I made my way down to the river and saw this sign. I guess it’s got to start somewhere. A nice view followed…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QL91Mr66iTXH1FGULzZa25WzVdXRS2eMmBusBqSjDxQpJuSi2115j80TJS6xC1gO5pAetZtlnjpoHoSA41oZzYLDAM4RyhkHEOoO41TlWK5M35wC_TNfeUvu7NhaRqUHLEbHplx4FDZB/s1600/09+Tualatin+River+mile+0.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QL91Mr66iTXH1FGULzZa25WzVdXRS2eMmBusBqSjDxQpJuSi2115j80TJS6xC1gO5pAetZtlnjpoHoSA41oZzYLDAM4RyhkHEOoO41TlWK5M35wC_TNfeUvu7NhaRqUHLEbHplx4FDZB/s320/09+Tualatin+River+mile+0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218190345572674" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7M_dV8msijssn_fUiC38TccnXMOKb8eiOzzAf159v7UZ3_lP5Ap7si3WhiGk_XTbg2xYA_5GLm0Iok7UhJOyHbVx1iwkrVRv4PvN0fesDllkIw_C_0nPfAbrb5cGG59829EDTzZxP5TZ/s1600/10+Tualatin+riverbank.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7M_dV8msijssn_fUiC38TccnXMOKb8eiOzzAf159v7UZ3_lP5Ap7si3WhiGk_XTbg2xYA_5GLm0Iok7UhJOyHbVx1iwkrVRv4PvN0fesDllkIw_C_0nPfAbrb5cGG59829EDTzZxP5TZ/s320/10+Tualatin+riverbank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218185827707010" /></a><br /><br />As I left the riverbank, I saw these, and for a moment thought they were gravestones. Then I slapped my head (lightly) when I realized they were horseshoe stops at Willamette Park! (doh)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeG7nn-aLb660CaZcO0D5I0Yobxfe76-MB0_-eaAkaI0uaVptTsrMGgK8hkRVU1vrQkQxdrsxYDi7v_UxL7nJWy7rx8bpqsmzsZ6rhAzKFNxyWC36vlxQwkJ2pSZubyE5Xb7I6DFHYW4T/s1600/11+horseshoes+or+gravestones.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeG7nn-aLb660CaZcO0D5I0Yobxfe76-MB0_-eaAkaI0uaVptTsrMGgK8hkRVU1vrQkQxdrsxYDi7v_UxL7nJWy7rx8bpqsmzsZ6rhAzKFNxyWC36vlxQwkJ2pSZubyE5Xb7I6DFHYW4T/s320/11+horseshoes+or+gravestones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218037215296770" /></a><br /><br />As I left the park area, I saw one more interesting thing: A large tree branch had grown around a power line, so the tree was cut away, leaving it hanging there:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ1NLzMjDWFAWdApQ4VURJlC5GahSDGwiA_-TZY4X11BILJKkrqOv_JF6xccICEaNbnrVk20_xeNukNfwW5X-qOJZHuM4pEFO_b65s7xfPdW8z2NC50NS0iDcODHqHvT2SLlfNcGe7dHL/s1600/13+tree+section+on+power+line.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ1NLzMjDWFAWdApQ4VURJlC5GahSDGwiA_-TZY4X11BILJKkrqOv_JF6xccICEaNbnrVk20_xeNukNfwW5X-qOJZHuM4pEFO_b65s7xfPdW8z2NC50NS0iDcODHqHvT2SLlfNcGe7dHL/s320/13+tree+section+on+power+line.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594217886806251554" /></a><br /><br />And back to the starting point. Disappointed to find the only bakery type place was closed for the day. No luck this time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1oDqW1dpGc4nETD3A5yUJkiFae9vtTnJMPwFMKQLxejA-TVaLmbd2perj_yN5uLwp56QKdQrra3sznQHoYh3p3i67ZjvsSWqWqpU8CQk1mI3nBTEoH0jZLFHt6K2RQSu2rmVLM_tkFMz/s1600/14+bullseye+pastries+%2526+coffee.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1oDqW1dpGc4nETD3A5yUJkiFae9vtTnJMPwFMKQLxejA-TVaLmbd2perj_yN5uLwp56QKdQrra3sznQHoYh3p3i67ZjvsSWqWqpU8CQk1mI3nBTEoH0jZLFHt6K2RQSu2rmVLM_tkFMz/s320/14+bullseye+pastries+%2526+coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594217764567124114" /></a>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-33272442927987141762011-04-05T18:06:00.000-07:002011-04-09T14:25:49.725-07:00Walk 42: Fanno Creek Greenway Trail, Tigard (5+ miles)Nice mid-length walk, mostly nature views, but surprise! Another library on the way. More on that later.<br /><br />This walk started at Englewood Park, just off Scholls Ferry Road near Hwy 217. Lots of views of Fanno Creek, marshes, grassy areas, ducks and of course, the obligatory moss covered building.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hHIAuZETeVSTKx3yQ-dJKxMHpUo8H77m092lpHcNTBa4qMQIYloL7qDc1Jf3Un4B8y2UPodpt-RgiNlegDcpUgRca0SusWfVSygPMsJg9AiRXDOT6xcGYtXJH4-x1oMzwIBNJVyNrRAF/s1600/01+Englewood+park.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hHIAuZETeVSTKx3yQ-dJKxMHpUo8H77m092lpHcNTBa4qMQIYloL7qDc1Jf3Un4B8y2UPodpt-RgiNlegDcpUgRca0SusWfVSygPMsJg9AiRXDOT6xcGYtXJH4-x1oMzwIBNJVyNrRAF/s320/01+Englewood+park.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592272100789103186" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGWGAeHVZCPX5b2MgQLtASJwI9SkJkO7tq59Pty_LHRwgFglTyshZTdAKnTzvfBdJoZn4fp72NztGN7ziFpNNScnWaXYePM6W5kKegMZMc1l6U4GoNPjjeK8NVg7FDGmIZWVslER3x8OO/s1600/02+Fanno+Creek1.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGWGAeHVZCPX5b2MgQLtASJwI9SkJkO7tq59Pty_LHRwgFglTyshZTdAKnTzvfBdJoZn4fp72NztGN7ziFpNNScnWaXYePM6W5kKegMZMc1l6U4GoNPjjeK8NVg7FDGmIZWVslER3x8OO/s320/02+Fanno+Creek1.jpg.jpg" target=" blank" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592272093762843842" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6MJKy-d4nI2M9NFEyc40IAIv9mgj2WPYxCQ0U4U3TecHE9JyuF-R5nO6_POR9zGjaXcjUpZSNtrlng561CwhKyuRZuD0oCWbC-Z9t8CCKjv5TJH2HrcCZeJ8T_dM-ot4n5qgLk1JTGEy/s1600/04+swamp+%2526+bikers.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6MJKy-d4nI2M9NFEyc40IAIv9mgj2WPYxCQ0U4U3TecHE9JyuF-R5nO6_POR9zGjaXcjUpZSNtrlng561CwhKyuRZuD0oCWbC-Z9t8CCKjv5TJH2HrcCZeJ8T_dM-ot4n5qgLk1JTGEy/s320/04+swamp+%2526+bikers.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592272087043659170" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVODakyIztUDsjL6ZilZTpG83xaPedR8hMHdDWS9l4xpyQZLx9Hcq_FOv9njWVWO98iBdy9pzaAX9TbpZeBt6m1L3yWjHb6OEZNQfXEpt5tluNnXiRGpKJ4EJzfK_pPdAbNtVQm6lEt7_G/s1600/06+marsh+with+ducks.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVODakyIztUDsjL6ZilZTpG83xaPedR8hMHdDWS9l4xpyQZLx9Hcq_FOv9njWVWO98iBdy9pzaAX9TbpZeBt6m1L3yWjHb6OEZNQfXEpt5tluNnXiRGpKJ4EJzfK_pPdAbNtVQm6lEt7_G/s320/06+marsh+with+ducks.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271987805287682" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zLBp4sDj3x7rcUuzjTMsEQrueHLQDoIR8aJmDfxXqTGPN2oiLmty15YWHjVsm08aOOqtXv7Q93xx0W2fVr0DgA6Bm_mnqdV2KbTAOpeUOMhJTxa_vNaCV0vTgP_wOdwZtYEUpPtVlhv7/s1600/07+moss+covered+roof.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zLBp4sDj3x7rcUuzjTMsEQrueHLQDoIR8aJmDfxXqTGPN2oiLmty15YWHjVsm08aOOqtXv7Q93xx0W2fVr0DgA6Bm_mnqdV2KbTAOpeUOMhJTxa_vNaCV0vTgP_wOdwZtYEUpPtVlhv7/s320/07+moss+covered+roof.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271986638479986" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZRBym9ws9mpDxQRYgpoE9gSYMtbDn_45vukh9M3o77OTbNiZ4DCFBvtlj-Lsl-ZNe15bufSP7_qzba0h8IrQTfcMl8qI_U5c-F4cAEtdwDgieT_hH-88Q7woRATQ4AoE4ezdzGyi7muS/s1600/08+Fanno+Creek+at+Tigard.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZRBym9ws9mpDxQRYgpoE9gSYMtbDn_45vukh9M3o77OTbNiZ4DCFBvtlj-Lsl-ZNe15bufSP7_qzba0h8IrQTfcMl8qI_U5c-F4cAEtdwDgieT_hH-88Q7woRATQ4AoE4ezdzGyi7muS/s320/08+Fanno+Creek+at+Tigard.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271985166859426" /></a><br /><br />I liked this sign. Humor is a good way to get a message across:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu56VZrrYfobtP7uv8xaYoCS_gvghqJW2N0harbgC49csiBc5Hbe1_RQ0H6l0wm_eqFFFgsf1fPw6gn8JBJijPtcwjjEijRq6Ra6DANrPvxupmMc1Faca7FFS2sB5_9CDicLSahSZ5Qg3W/s1600/05+attention+humans+%2526+animals.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu56VZrrYfobtP7uv8xaYoCS_gvghqJW2N0harbgC49csiBc5Hbe1_RQ0H6l0wm_eqFFFgsf1fPw6gn8JBJijPtcwjjEijRq6Ra6DANrPvxupmMc1Faca7FFS2sB5_9CDicLSahSZ5Qg3W/s320/05+attention+humans+%2526+animals.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592272087035960738" /></a><br /><br />After about 2-plus miles, I crossed Hwy 99 and walked down Main Street into Tigard. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiMyJN2c1A2pNok9Pe1cGvJnkanITN7Ej-TIQUuReqWoABhSpOk9ogK1KDwyAGtIctOEgAFGWWVVUUUUh71Dreg4AiHbCaLtETpTzNA8OdzhCjCUHn4_RcD8wWCBNi3CGB2Z2fnin3fPH/s1600/09+Looking+down+Hwy+99.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiMyJN2c1A2pNok9Pe1cGvJnkanITN7Ej-TIQUuReqWoABhSpOk9ogK1KDwyAGtIctOEgAFGWWVVUUUUh71Dreg4AiHbCaLtETpTzNA8OdzhCjCUHn4_RcD8wWCBNi3CGB2Z2fnin3fPH/s320/09+Looking+down+Hwy+99.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271979191061138" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGazI3CDmrw6_T9qZQ-XaMnBZ4p8lXcmS-jxwf0nHVCQWY_Mnt8L7eJEWziQgDSHobXnO3ojpvy-e-Klbp6WNzZ9Yzg7QCluegHDj09LYSqLK-YSdeFkMcKF-E2P1H01nLGgX4LH_e4mS/s1600/14+Looking+up+Main+St+in+Tigard.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGazI3CDmrw6_T9qZQ-XaMnBZ4p8lXcmS-jxwf0nHVCQWY_Mnt8L7eJEWziQgDSHobXnO3ojpvy-e-Klbp6WNzZ9Yzg7QCluegHDj09LYSqLK-YSdeFkMcKF-E2P1H01nLGgX4LH_e4mS/s320/14+Looking+up+Main+St+in+Tigard.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271853300422146" /></a><br /><br />The sun was shining and I'm sorry but the iPhone didn't catch the beauty of the sun streaming through a tree very well, but it is what it is...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KbAUwGFFmkQMaVq62Yz13jinI2RFyaVCgtpaHTf9zBsj-GZ0Wsok_drayj6LDLFoBUVP95WpUHY91yodycxsAxFqaDE21Vct9PFIERFTpWvMOOxTkscYOK3POtdi4E076LR063ihkjA2/s1600/sun+through+tree.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KbAUwGFFmkQMaVq62Yz13jinI2RFyaVCgtpaHTf9zBsj-GZ0Wsok_drayj6LDLFoBUVP95WpUHY91yodycxsAxFqaDE21Vct9PFIERFTpWvMOOxTkscYOK3POtdi4E076LR063ihkjA2/s320/sun+through+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593696809189831746" /></a><br /><br />More creeks followed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUW5IEzUsQHhXYkYKf2GN3SNAmTnb2ueIPeXPeRQdbMqUHImMokchhyphenhyphenD-Xev3f5cJYPOCFBLzNQywhKVx6e2F_xL0KkdM3U5VbYSXZR9y4oSIBIcBUYWqgXrY84JcXfo8EsscfSFlsi5C/s1600/11+Fanno+Creek+past+Tigard.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUW5IEzUsQHhXYkYKf2GN3SNAmTnb2ueIPeXPeRQdbMqUHImMokchhyphenhyphenD-Xev3f5cJYPOCFBLzNQywhKVx6e2F_xL0KkdM3U5VbYSXZR9y4oSIBIcBUYWqgXrY84JcXfo8EsscfSFlsi5C/s320/11+Fanno+Creek+past+Tigard.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271862361684754" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2bJ2kMqbRfZA7KSQzEjjgBDF0pn7y4zv-6Bf2fTJ9F5APle7W62fKh2ZfMP_GhlZr-BuZDEIInsJQjhD_ADeyD0jsJjqUGXi60SF3DM_zugyF4yyBnUcVsFtq-CsVCjs7yiuI-EZMBRZ/s1600/12+more+Fanno+Creek.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2bJ2kMqbRfZA7KSQzEjjgBDF0pn7y4zv-6Bf2fTJ9F5APle7W62fKh2ZfMP_GhlZr-BuZDEIInsJQjhD_ADeyD0jsJjqUGXi60SF3DM_zugyF4yyBnUcVsFtq-CsVCjs7yiuI-EZMBRZ/s320/12+more+Fanno+Creek.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271861239939570" /></a><br /><br />And then, whoops, I found myself at another public library. Time to look for some more CDs! And wouldn't you know, a donut shop is in this one. I was good, though, and only had a banana. A weird surge of self-control. Must've been the exercise thing kicking in. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZxAh9voa7hE_k3G-Jur6i_rZJyo6BJ8URZsYLC7_BXd-8vv1blq7hpgnabfXzvsyjrW0TFBlvD-Qxx5Mtl1WZNeldpHPtYLtXGYQxIqjsoH3Ji7CCOqgvCgfvXvQb0i-M9Mcb9hVI9hyphenhyphen/s1600/donuts+at+library.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZxAh9voa7hE_k3G-Jur6i_rZJyo6BJ8URZsYLC7_BXd-8vv1blq7hpgnabfXzvsyjrW0TFBlvD-Qxx5Mtl1WZNeldpHPtYLtXGYQxIqjsoH3Ji7CCOqgvCgfvXvQb0i-M9Mcb9hVI9hyphenhyphen/s320/donuts+at+library.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593694688409254482" /></a><br /><br />I then did a 180 and headed back through Tigard, returning up through the long and winding trail...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4DjLfVagKK25yXIIDWz6ND_217klkmyAqbe3uuval26z11E9WwdLBBTMzoyDJB0drvzTdSXv7EkdF-PrKWtH5TmDka2kuDWFFd_xChPfdTHl814kjU6qITnWbE0dwrBThjW0HXacoqZe/s1600/15+Back+up+path+from+Tigard+through+park.jpg.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4DjLfVagKK25yXIIDWz6ND_217klkmyAqbe3uuval26z11E9WwdLBBTMzoyDJB0drvzTdSXv7EkdF-PrKWtH5TmDka2kuDWFFd_xChPfdTHl814kjU6qITnWbE0dwrBThjW0HXacoqZe/s320/15+Back+up+path+from+Tigard+through+park.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592271851402098530" /></a><br /><br />Ah, the sights of spring!<br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6NHLmIOLLo?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6NHLmIOLLo?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-42756258695517972602011-04-02T23:02:00.000-07:002011-04-03T00:21:23.021-07:00Walk 41: Colonial Heights & Ladd's Addition (2.5 miles)Due to a lack of time, I chose one of the shorter walks this time. Short, but very nice, mainly for two reasons: The first truly sunny and warm day of the year, and yet another unexpected record store find.<br /><br />This Portland walk started at SE 26th Avenue and Division Street and headed into the Colonial Heights neighborhood, where I immediately noticed some large and colorful houses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEQ880cGx48UlkPVYFOHhyphenhyphenHHptIBBHSu2BExClLroe-Ci1BHixxRSNuw4-8S-FNiAaYHEDn_bMEOUiv3wZ3Fny_81HTYvuD_gmzWAWJCsu2Em52E90ZLkAdRwVN1pnq_BYohJ9esRyjHU/s1600/02+large+house+1.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEQ880cGx48UlkPVYFOHhyphenhyphenHHptIBBHSu2BExClLroe-Ci1BHixxRSNuw4-8S-FNiAaYHEDn_bMEOUiv3wZ3Fny_81HTYvuD_gmzWAWJCsu2Em52E90ZLkAdRwVN1pnq_BYohJ9esRyjHU/s320/02+large+house+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591235292014350482" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwsMuzJy8UMRDOy81CnS8COA-okmRayRrbl52L56rg5-twOdswonjI9mPRDZ6WclFHr7M4PptsIShCQ-c0ZmX_5I5dCtmq8raSySM5LpgNFq5n1epLrP_4wpApmjYlKidbU-582yQsybI/s1600/03+large+house+2.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwsMuzJy8UMRDOy81CnS8COA-okmRayRrbl52L56rg5-twOdswonjI9mPRDZ6WclFHr7M4PptsIShCQ-c0ZmX_5I5dCtmq8raSySM5LpgNFq5n1epLrP_4wpApmjYlKidbU-582yQsybI/s320/03+large+house+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591235290675820274" /></a><br /><br />Here I passed one of those helpful little signs seen all over town, where they advise to you to "look for kids & seniors." What, and pay no attention to the adults running with their dogs or wandering into the street checking their iPhones?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjqUJDpRueOUuB7YAgtqJKFeWNLEir1mFu3ngQKV6WRlvAAik0OfqaA_CBN4mfnrA5FtBkerA9Im2LB_ENmtK9DyhJvCM4F6A6hW21DnuU1FeO3Rms-4aR-fe7lTW8R5Cftbh-7AwmE7W/s1600/05+slow+down+sign.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjqUJDpRueOUuB7YAgtqJKFeWNLEir1mFu3ngQKV6WRlvAAik0OfqaA_CBN4mfnrA5FtBkerA9Im2LB_ENmtK9DyhJvCM4F6A6hW21DnuU1FeO3Rms-4aR-fe7lTW8R5Cftbh-7AwmE7W/s320/05+slow+down+sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591235897644865842" /></a><br /><br />Then I came to an interesting bright blue trimmed large house. Going past the front I saw the colorful sign for the Sisters of Reparation of the Sacred Wounds of Jesus, home to some nuns who are, according to their website (!) "easy to recognize. They wear a beautiful powder blue habit, with navy blue accessories." They help others develop "skills that God gave them," including "flower arranging, planning and accomplishing projects, computer skills and just having fun." Sounds pretty nice!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJkvSGhgppG8RJt-d0qTA4RjxMNjn2HBcsod2Wo7eZ34JPMlsdvp6EMms2oRfHmE9IwJJZYzwlURYFvA75QcY0L-8pnE-9otylSvA7R7358-q90LInAhHliipgtxLLNXuG_4ZTuHPiCJY/s1600/07+Sisters+of+Reparation.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJkvSGhgppG8RJt-d0qTA4RjxMNjn2HBcsod2Wo7eZ34JPMlsdvp6EMms2oRfHmE9IwJJZYzwlURYFvA75QcY0L-8pnE-9otylSvA7R7358-q90LInAhHliipgtxLLNXuG_4ZTuHPiCJY/s320/07+Sisters+of+Reparation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591238671193476642" /></a><br /><br />Nearing Ladd's Addition, I passed a True Value store with a very "green" entrance. Now <span style="font-style:italic;">this</span> is retail with style!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVseDYQVEcfV97n6YLtKTDmkmAJyKENPLp5rCFPo_lsknKM_3vD1A7TS9yO0ZkYWbGA768rEURd6YLHhqjMeTP0Z-Xv4G8F80-17ZOGzD-H0Vc-Lynh0u4zz7AGrc1RsihRCEkaNbwIFyA/s1600/10+true+value.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVseDYQVEcfV97n6YLtKTDmkmAJyKENPLp5rCFPo_lsknKM_3vD1A7TS9yO0ZkYWbGA768rEURd6YLHhqjMeTP0Z-Xv4G8F80-17ZOGzD-H0Vc-Lynh0u4zz7AGrc1RsihRCEkaNbwIFyA/s320/10+true+value.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591238946196573026" /></a><br /><br />Now walking in Ladd's Addition (named after William S. Ladd, a 19th century Portland mayor), I approached one of the four diamond-shaped rose gardens that surround Ladd's Circle. As you can see from the sign inset in the picture, they take "rose removal" very seriously:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKSP0Nsyc_sHYl5DdJHDi-3eQhrskg9UK3JbfIjYO0-fUcuJ8jSWRaDTVAIz3OS588Hz9stuoRJO7SjSocel50HDlDf50_jKPGvMlFzQK8BviH7f1E_W6Mm4wXSrTyCBALEFXPoNtAGhm/s1600/12+rose+garden+diamond+with+sign.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKSP0Nsyc_sHYl5DdJHDi-3eQhrskg9UK3JbfIjYO0-fUcuJ8jSWRaDTVAIz3OS588Hz9stuoRJO7SjSocel50HDlDf50_jKPGvMlFzQK8BviH7f1E_W6Mm4wXSrTyCBALEFXPoNtAGhm/s320/12+rose+garden+diamond+with+sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591239829331333234" /></a><br /><br />I soon entered Ladd's Circle, where there wasn't a lot to see but some nice greenery and a couple of old fashioned street lamps. Still, nice...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLixDuujT4iNy7PJsq6ga9AYGPjJvgw4DryZ8RrkScLHB_Z6ebhWYfRQhwzOFx7wDVEPAJs6B_2lfUnKAdk6ptxgra6z8O4PuZRZU1XN7udNTXSEymno31XT1jr4yJiWytdY7uLMMaH0kO/s1600/18+inside+Ladd%2527s+Circle.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLixDuujT4iNy7PJsq6ga9AYGPjJvgw4DryZ8RrkScLHB_Z6ebhWYfRQhwzOFx7wDVEPAJs6B_2lfUnKAdk6ptxgra6z8O4PuZRZU1XN7udNTXSEymno31XT1jr4yJiWytdY7uLMMaH0kO/s320/18+inside+Ladd%2527s+Circle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591239825335535970" /></a><br /><br />More evidence of spring in Portland, the shrubs and flowers were literally exploding with color. And the bees were taking notice!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTs9iBFTOdzb_3gJ1NqzxKUfSRqXHsdRdv5rSmSO3U6Noy-OlpGd9bd-0eWX1BpI0_EevxvHKVfcHUilJNKvN-RkUNsuOdaEQlzVOCkZW5ol4y5X8zg4h650txH-2kqKcUiySJhG-n4Zh/s1600/21+spring+explosion.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTs9iBFTOdzb_3gJ1NqzxKUfSRqXHsdRdv5rSmSO3U6Noy-OlpGd9bd-0eWX1BpI0_EevxvHKVfcHUilJNKvN-RkUNsuOdaEQlzVOCkZW5ol4y5X8zg4h650txH-2kqKcUiySJhG-n4Zh/s320/21+spring+explosion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591240450812185282" /></a><br /><br />Heading back toward the starting point, down Clinton Street, I passed some interesting large "streetcar era" housing:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXH_zVJh7ge5WeUaFKJ4uw0QdDhjsSh_UBJu2Z_1ghXBxHXGXVTFE7cOa2XboBpaBOLOkoDFXOInrSWXjAd_qbigIfhGOzmzT2u7HSbGz-IRv2RhUb0-R-6nIQnR-MHj1Rv1txHMZtTa2u/s1600/22+streetcar+era+home.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXH_zVJh7ge5WeUaFKJ4uw0QdDhjsSh_UBJu2Z_1ghXBxHXGXVTFE7cOa2XboBpaBOLOkoDFXOInrSWXjAd_qbigIfhGOzmzT2u7HSbGz-IRv2RhUb0-R-6nIQnR-MHj1Rv1txHMZtTa2u/s320/22+streetcar+era+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591245793387623666" /></a><br /><br />Uh oh, another record store! I had to step in just for a quick look-see. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsL25E-gFcENrfHLvK0afX1jly8gtGGtDf8bH57zhrQCsFWHkJiVpVyt0hrnEfDC4plKh_oZWPO4eq3ec40otWKZj-Q-PKC-KGybws62CpVvu4SPiJttE4vrzB0tXL9QzzaZUBKRGwh8m/s1600/23+record+store+front.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsL25E-gFcENrfHLvK0afX1jly8gtGGtDf8bH57zhrQCsFWHkJiVpVyt0hrnEfDC4plKh_oZWPO4eq3ec40otWKZj-Q-PKC-KGybws62CpVvu4SPiJttE4vrzB0tXL9QzzaZUBKRGwh8m/s320/23+record+store+front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591246380770729826" /></a><br /><br />It was a narrow little room, one side filled with interesting old record players, radios and something I'd never seen before, a carousel style cassette player. I would've loved to see it in action:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0dI7Yx5CfupfbXXPXilXYQw7mVRohmDnY_8bWxJ2T-mkxMyAmmvYQmjATj-dtgsHea4M8zktkpr_Dnvi5_Hh0yVQJbQ0GRb4Xm5LZRNffiWVac3zfQpUlrF1DqiMdPfCZcJXk2WJsy3G/s1600/25+cassette+changer.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0dI7Yx5CfupfbXXPXilXYQw7mVRohmDnY_8bWxJ2T-mkxMyAmmvYQmjATj-dtgsHea4M8zktkpr_Dnvi5_Hh0yVQJbQ0GRb4Xm5LZRNffiWVac3zfQpUlrF1DqiMdPfCZcJXk2WJsy3G/s320/25+cassette+changer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591246256150692242" /></a><br /><br />The exciting find of the day was a Talking Heads album I'd never seen before. From the back cover: "In 1975 the Talking Heads recorded as a three piece at CBS Studios in NY City. These are their earliest known studio recordings. This fan club LP is limited to 500 copies. This is number 285." Snagged it for $15! I played it tonight (and transferred to MP3 for my iPod) and it sounds great! Another thing I wouldn't have known about if not for these walks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqjKb7QBHkXvxZzntg8nTkOA4g6PSB2AXPCA7baAFnoWP9WsSZX6TMXck0Us2esRqBuQr2N03XzKriuTVefJLdGf1cuJMWLM9Wl5EVTifXaEJkUj7BBRLSOwSQp11DdGBioeGawSbQlRn/s1600/26+Talking+Heads+demo+LP.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqjKb7QBHkXvxZzntg8nTkOA4g6PSB2AXPCA7baAFnoWP9WsSZX6TMXck0Us2esRqBuQr2N03XzKriuTVefJLdGf1cuJMWLM9Wl5EVTifXaEJkUj7BBRLSOwSQp11DdGBioeGawSbQlRn/s320/26+Talking+Heads+demo+LP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591247508952317186" /></a><br /><br />One final stop, quickly becoming a tradition on the city walks...a bakery, featuring a chocolate pyramid-shaped macaroon. Wow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigw1uaUwl1GZPj1yezne9dr7ZjC9h1nocZgFlLsv29Ju4teP9go0yC9m50CFR4gNNyT0iI0O0QaYpEaVRocp8n0beSHfLLEB3bGGjLdzRv3owmYubFq-rp0lRTFMmC3vOSFq0XtpD9x7sB/s1600/27+pyramid+macaroon.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigw1uaUwl1GZPj1yezne9dr7ZjC9h1nocZgFlLsv29Ju4teP9go0yC9m50CFR4gNNyT0iI0O0QaYpEaVRocp8n0beSHfLLEB3bGGjLdzRv3owmYubFq-rp0lRTFMmC3vOSFq0XtpD9x7sB/s320/27+pyramid+macaroon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591248076429948754" /></a><br /><br />I gotta say, the black cat that approached me earlier in the walk wasn't bad luck at all, if anything it brought me GOOD luck!<br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Vhs8NmuTBI?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Vhs8NmuTBI?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-41109694104682087732011-03-28T21:29:00.000-07:002011-04-12T07:17:34.805-07:00Walk 40: Milwaukie Downtown & Riverfront (3 miles)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0QQTb65ss86ZC6zPCE31qgtSVWmfvRaeJRBIi6X5oW0UBg2RPwNUCkt94hCHvQPctqNBShyyVMJepbWrIr-pRSc8ITeTu_cz2pz_sq1KAYXvnALv-nBR_cHtiKRG8CWu1Ijp81tk4I6V2/s1600/13+map+of+walk.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0QQTb65ss86ZC6zPCE31qgtSVWmfvRaeJRBIi6X5oW0UBg2RPwNUCkt94hCHvQPctqNBShyyVMJepbWrIr-pRSc8ITeTu_cz2pz_sq1KAYXvnALv-nBR_cHtiKRG8CWu1Ijp81tk4I6V2/s320/13+map+of+walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590517734633762514" /></a><br /><br />There should be a tourism bureau ad that goes "You think you know Milwaukie? Let us show you our wild side."<br /><br />This walk started at the brick-fronted City Hall, went past Clackamas County's Ledding Library (where I found a really cool out-of-print Midnight Oil CD single), the Waldorf School (sorry, no picture, but I hear they teach you how to make a really nice salad there), and by Milwaukie High School (home of the Mustangs). I believe Mom went here a few years back...?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvKdNRew2rW4d-tlHrXns1OPdDgiP4sCALP-PI9FWoXNpKGrUR41NUtm4mMG0DcSrNBLuKjTZzm_IQ_nldbVAILSr4Sx7zcEyWgRWuHs7qERb0bfdTwXNuQeolObZs7YDZd2hmn-4i4sm/s1600/01+City+Hall.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvKdNRew2rW4d-tlHrXns1OPdDgiP4sCALP-PI9FWoXNpKGrUR41NUtm4mMG0DcSrNBLuKjTZzm_IQ_nldbVAILSr4Sx7zcEyWgRWuHs7qERb0bfdTwXNuQeolObZs7YDZd2hmn-4i4sm/s320/01+City+Hall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983547221908146" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7eslG61mUzP0nCv2VINiAlBiFbjft4P4qEjSVnHzLEavIO-aJyRCJJI_7rXCCt3TlF0z3Ufu1UzfMGL1BpGL4i0v4-hDzRjs-_hcSun6vNiXck6jy4l8EcF8P0s61TQMggKbNgeR2As-/s1600/02+Ledding+Library.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7eslG61mUzP0nCv2VINiAlBiFbjft4P4qEjSVnHzLEavIO-aJyRCJJI_7rXCCt3TlF0z3Ufu1UzfMGL1BpGL4i0v4-hDzRjs-_hcSun6vNiXck6jy4l8EcF8P0s61TQMggKbNgeR2As-/s320/02+Ledding+Library.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983500399481602" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanCNUJmzePoIJrJDVjxotF5BjwVsXYooUiQ1jP3UmzjZX4nqJe0fyu6dWaxGWMJE6ePbwLVCdqdufNBeoj5zCOCFzU_bkooAjluXP5bcOg7pOrd17BUS_fTbh0Tr10kHYP9SfJeYmnTgi/s1600/03+Milwaukie+High+School+%2528Mustangs%2529.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanCNUJmzePoIJrJDVjxotF5BjwVsXYooUiQ1jP3UmzjZX4nqJe0fyu6dWaxGWMJE6ePbwLVCdqdufNBeoj5zCOCFzU_bkooAjluXP5bcOg7pOrd17BUS_fTbh0Tr10kHYP9SfJeYmnTgi/s320/03+Milwaukie+High+School+%2528Mustangs%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983493402251282" /></a><br /><br />I then left the downtown area and crossed McGloughlin, heading into the riverfront section, along the Kellogg Creek Trail. This is where it got interesting. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAafwqjPxkxP05RSAHypDYh-rkR2vR4tWeDbOUAoDEx9P9IYUwp0w2tGcDTMzbYmTjRbkwPLMeSPl8K9s_4ChLyE_yb9j2qRjcgJWdNVgVyw4xujeDoATR8IPNQoblby8oOv7kPqAjFNU2/s1600/04+Entrance+to+Kellogg+Creek+Trail.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAafwqjPxkxP05RSAHypDYh-rkR2vR4tWeDbOUAoDEx9P9IYUwp0w2tGcDTMzbYmTjRbkwPLMeSPl8K9s_4ChLyE_yb9j2qRjcgJWdNVgVyw4xujeDoATR8IPNQoblby8oOv7kPqAjFNU2/s320/04+Entrance+to+Kellogg+Creek+Trail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983492334344786" /></a><br /><br />After walking on the trail for a while, with good views of the Willamette River, I came to 19th, a narrow back road between some beach-type houses, before approaching the tiny (and new) Spring Park, notable for an odd mound of soil and large chunks of concrete.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMaj_8y9k1ePyGrSq1FyOhMShjjn-pVqzVOj5Fs3M2lLsLph2VH1uTH05UuHEQzern1FB396ngGuiWhf7pVph3szoV5oaHQsOwGFz150iFhcM5Fst9r_YcvERby4qc5NNoeJF8wRn7VdLF/s1600/05+Entrance+to+Spring+Park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMaj_8y9k1ePyGrSq1FyOhMShjjn-pVqzVOj5Fs3M2lLsLph2VH1uTH05UuHEQzern1FB396ngGuiWhf7pVph3szoV5oaHQsOwGFz150iFhcM5Fst9r_YcvERby4qc5NNoeJF8wRn7VdLF/s320/05+Entrance+to+Spring+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983490905997266" /></a><br /><br />My inner kid told me to step up to the top of the mound, where I saw a path leading down into the Spring Park Natural Area. Turns out the little park was just a front for a well-kept secret (from me, anyway). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5E-t5oP5DXJYOI5QsEvgdQ6BRbB12YMhh1XR-1uOMHMp9Pbuip-kMwYgGqeGFQR2hcyb6pQAd7yzDSqHX5ApXuGGI88KhCBCxzVdbL7SHfCuy2grolAN1jTPpUib_ytIjRoEF5ajgzVJ/s1600/06+Spring+Park+Natural+Area.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5E-t5oP5DXJYOI5QsEvgdQ6BRbB12YMhh1XR-1uOMHMp9Pbuip-kMwYgGqeGFQR2hcyb6pQAd7yzDSqHX5ApXuGGI88KhCBCxzVdbL7SHfCuy2grolAN1jTPpUib_ytIjRoEF5ajgzVJ/s320/06+Spring+Park+Natural+Area.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983484905259074" /></a><br /><br />Again with the mud! I had to walk along some small logs that had been laid out to make it over some of the wetter areas. I hoped the view would be worth the trouble.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0N1_Bzbuu3eUrgNP1ABSlcQDq5DL3cIalJ6H-A2P_h-HouKcgjVu5NQSkk9oYMup6ThBDZEJsU_BXPEZXaz8drWTaeQFtKk5naeXSbkAR63pDkd5l_GnzfS-7GybCsIxnXxur6sjcdR_c/s1600/07+muddy+path.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0N1_Bzbuu3eUrgNP1ABSlcQDq5DL3cIalJ6H-A2P_h-HouKcgjVu5NQSkk9oYMup6ThBDZEJsU_BXPEZXaz8drWTaeQFtKk5naeXSbkAR63pDkd5l_GnzfS-7GybCsIxnXxur6sjcdR_c/s320/07+muddy+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983350626111986" /></a><br /><br />And it was! The north end of the natural area, nearest to Elk Rock Island, was heavily moss-covered with many large rocks and streams of River water running in and around, with a close-up view of the Island. I had the place to myself, and tromped around for awhile, using my imagination to pretend I was in some far off place, like the UK's Isle of Man. (Hey, I was listening to long-time resident of that mystical place, Rick Wakeman, on the iPod!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifPmCZLy98S3XqueJYgTOacvEHlMsqC1vgKkyAXW-WJfi3xV9HFry0YDBEW-ZF6Mj-FOhk3ZtbIw88oTB4YV2EH0SLiOYnj55Ob6Xwt3cFhKSONccq_-ZshlB51gom53reeiGS3gT_YSId/s1600/08+Spring+Park+rocks+%2526+moss.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifPmCZLy98S3XqueJYgTOacvEHlMsqC1vgKkyAXW-WJfi3xV9HFry0YDBEW-ZF6Mj-FOhk3ZtbIw88oTB4YV2EH0SLiOYnj55Ob6Xwt3cFhKSONccq_-ZshlB51gom53reeiGS3gT_YSId/s320/08+Spring+Park+rocks+%2526+moss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588984642701281282" /></a><br /><br />From here, I had a nice view of the Island and a big waterfall across the river. This is another place I'll come back to later in the summer, when the water level is lower and I can actually walk to the Island, when it will be more of a peninsula. For now the Willamette made that goal impossible.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVlU_wYmbM8K-SUgtVPwaboX9VOChH6bUD3fNuqLWwCIS-5VGzULN77liGhh67irOffwqchyphenhyphen4TNcAPwvQFXqQGQbGCQfbHRuw9-xXWreOD8HPq8pz6VFKNrIUUx6HiAc75BOfMjRaPwqw/s1600/09+Elk+Rock+Island.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVlU_wYmbM8K-SUgtVPwaboX9VOChH6bUD3fNuqLWwCIS-5VGzULN77liGhh67irOffwqchyphenhyphen4TNcAPwvQFXqQGQbGCQfbHRuw9-xXWreOD8HPq8pz6VFKNrIUUx6HiAc75BOfMjRaPwqw/s320/09+Elk+Rock+Island.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590514349125227186" /></a><br /><br />Walking back up the riverfront toward downtown, as I entered Milwaukie I was treated to one more interesting sight: These four lifelike statues in a display window at the famous Dark Horse Comics, one of the country's largest comic book publishers. Pretty cool!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSlX-CbZdVjEtd4qTAfcqHeQB9r9kgtXYS2bJrPDWTwairLQx-8Uv7eaJINNF93MkpH5yx9tYG7Fnz-DgGkpShrASjnCro9jA05OOaKsOcNuowm_SSSBsgsB2gbdLckA9QTqSOUIu_EXp/s1600/10+Dark+Horse+Comics+figures.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSlX-CbZdVjEtd4qTAfcqHeQB9r9kgtXYS2bJrPDWTwairLQx-8Uv7eaJINNF93MkpH5yx9tYG7Fnz-DgGkpShrASjnCro9jA05OOaKsOcNuowm_SSSBsgsB2gbdLckA9QTqSOUIu_EXp/s320/10+Dark+Horse+Comics+figures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983342187693506" /></a><br /><br />One last stop before leaving town: Main St. Soda, where I purchased (for the first time ever) a New York egg cream (chocolate syrup, half & half, soda water). Yummy! I don't see soda fountains like this very often anymore, but this is the second one so far on this 50 walks tour (the other in Hillsboro).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NBgPjShy4CT8AQ4rEVEmtuVNER1Nuw2ytAdc1hQkFJbmMU19XWByzVcdO3mUVNDz9V3gcj0FV6eQvzYYy4PcqkvrOit47ijas6Sd8zvDPPxOa1rlJLhV2If7h0VmzC1Yl54lovYu18wm/s1600/12+Main+St.+Soda.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NBgPjShy4CT8AQ4rEVEmtuVNER1Nuw2ytAdc1hQkFJbmMU19XWByzVcdO3mUVNDz9V3gcj0FV6eQvzYYy4PcqkvrOit47ijas6Sd8zvDPPxOa1rlJLhV2If7h0VmzC1Yl54lovYu18wm/s320/12+Main+St.+Soda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588983340156228802" /></a><br /><br />Another lovely day; a nice combination of city fun and outdoorsy fresh air.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAZCfyb7M9o?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAZCfyb7M9o?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-6805908588338209642011-03-27T11:28:00.000-07:002011-03-27T18:31:56.710-07:00Walk 39: Mississippi & Overlook (2.5 miles)Subtitled: <span style="font-weight:bold;">"I crossed the Failing Bridge and lived to tell about it!"</span><br /><br />This walk started at Overlook Park, notable for a soft track to walk dogs, a picturesque view of the Albina rail yards and river, and another sighting of the elusive “pukatron.”<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKbau5IHX1W-RyMB0dxGYoOsuKp2IqTn7vxpEeYVBUKJNnWTWp1eZcnpLWrqjzqmtd0z-RiPboQgB8RYgtxtNALtJgStSMi6Teua3THAshWSp7YzYno7XZzhUXIs7RKZStoB8WX-gJms0/s1600/01+Overlook+Park+to+railyards+%2526+river.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKbau5IHX1W-RyMB0dxGYoOsuKp2IqTn7vxpEeYVBUKJNnWTWp1eZcnpLWrqjzqmtd0z-RiPboQgB8RYgtxtNALtJgStSMi6Teua3THAshWSp7YzYno7XZzhUXIs7RKZStoB8WX-gJms0/s320/01+Overlook+Park+to+railyards+%2526+river.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830422142766418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0FNS_JYnmIIkgYTvYGEYevX-ZlaL59bE7j1Fb_iSNhlh8tVgDaY4L4fOfHeg9ixN9cgSUKbUXpH0ROZYdCF9gqoT3FEnun8OaYomncjpNNQIwNZcsBbk08bVSgxJAtFf4m-1_qiMBDDB/s1600/02+pukatron+at+Overlook+Park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0FNS_JYnmIIkgYTvYGEYevX-ZlaL59bE7j1Fb_iSNhlh8tVgDaY4L4fOfHeg9ixN9cgSUKbUXpH0ROZYdCF9gqoT3FEnun8OaYomncjpNNQIwNZcsBbk08bVSgxJAtFf4m-1_qiMBDDB/s320/02+pukatron+at+Overlook+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830368456322962" /></a><br /><br />I left the park, headed toward Kaiser Permanente, turned up N. Interstate, took a right on Failing Street, and crossed the dreaded Failing Street Pedestrian Bridge over I-5. The bridge, along with the street and a former school, were named after Portland mayor (1853-1854) Josiah Failing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioN1RM0M73SW1DMVoxY1brsNYXmbXGW4SRtiN5Ihd6giXXVPebdh6qTil3kZjBmpa-1cbp0aMvVVQCOPrOurezNkyIRBEiv4jrIP1xZyIcUeGxYfs_GQDJWFYN_YB_tETZ6r9z74nzgqys/s1600/03+Failing+St.+Pedestrian+Bridge.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioN1RM0M73SW1DMVoxY1brsNYXmbXGW4SRtiN5Ihd6giXXVPebdh6qTil3kZjBmpa-1cbp0aMvVVQCOPrOurezNkyIRBEiv4jrIP1xZyIcUeGxYfs_GQDJWFYN_YB_tETZ6r9z74nzgqys/s320/03+Failing+St.+Pedestrian+Bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830362627388994" /></a><br /><br />An interesting bit of trivia: Mayor Failing was a Republican delegate to the 1864 National Convention, and helped nominate Abraham Lincoln for a second term. Yay, Republicans of the 1800's!<br /><br />Before leaving Failing Street, I passed another "Hummel-figurine-filled window - it sure looked like an antique store from the outside but there was no sign posted. Another mysterious quirk of Portland. Note the can of "vandal mark remover" spray on the right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtJXEid0zHD83iJT6Imt14MYoEoA29iIemZM9uDFo58-ryVlaP9PZt7TxWER-P2F8g5fcOf61cJn3xaZbnHfnQav4denCmkTIY7jas8rEkfxfPzpgNr9Zya8twkmRQ-fY6BgCRuNvhVKO/s1600/04+Figurines+in+window.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtJXEid0zHD83iJT6Imt14MYoEoA29iIemZM9uDFo58-ryVlaP9PZt7TxWER-P2F8g5fcOf61cJn3xaZbnHfnQav4denCmkTIY7jas8rEkfxfPzpgNr9Zya8twkmRQ-fY6BgCRuNvhVKO/s320/04+Figurines+in+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830359529092386" /></a><br /><br />Turning down Mississippi, here's where the walk got REALLY GOOD for me. In sequence, I passed a comic book store, a CD/Game Exchange, and an ice cream shop. I haven't read many comic books since my childhood, but looking around I found a "new era begins" Legion of Super-Heroes from 2010 and had to check it out. That was my favorite series when I was a kid and spent many rainy days reading them with my sister.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZMy6pornDTlgu1MGT0wxPQAUi2NaQct6W9X8nvu2BVVhcwKUlQ3RGSDy2rVS-F5bNkr1AUxY_vpdFPP9WdgmQ1Fa-nLBWKvCtDeMCQ1KEBSrYCSsy3ErzqxUlc7-QrjMbximwQAtcGN_/s1600/05+Bridge+City+Comics.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZMy6pornDTlgu1MGT0wxPQAUi2NaQct6W9X8nvu2BVVhcwKUlQ3RGSDy2rVS-F5bNkr1AUxY_vpdFPP9WdgmQ1Fa-nLBWKvCtDeMCQ1KEBSrYCSsy3ErzqxUlc7-QrjMbximwQAtcGN_/s320/05+Bridge+City+Comics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830358839621458" /></a><br /><br />The ice cream at Ruby Jewel Scoops was interesting: Thai peanut curry, which was the only really odd flavor on the menu that day. Had a nice kick to it, and tasted great! Next time I think I'll have the caramel & chocolate, though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsaJF5hnCIbOL0Y8H7eCuaxEhdQwtQUyuXgvUB7cHveWdzGEcZRo5c272lyGFl21UIjqleSk9cJcz6Si-2eV3-VTGMDvnqeNel6ovYcwjPEJwpQhV7VoQQYfvRd8a6YplsElN_4qw5hjS/s1600/06+CDs%252C+comics+%2526+ice+cream.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsaJF5hnCIbOL0Y8H7eCuaxEhdQwtQUyuXgvUB7cHveWdzGEcZRo5c272lyGFl21UIjqleSk9cJcz6Si-2eV3-VTGMDvnqeNel6ovYcwjPEJwpQhV7VoQQYfvRd8a6YplsElN_4qw5hjS/s320/06+CDs%252C+comics+%2526+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830352684448546" /></a><br /><br />Carrying my goods, I passed by the ReBuilding Center, which according to the <i>Walk There</i> book is the "largest nonprofit used building materials resource in North America." It's fun to step inside and see sections like "Appliance Alley" and "Tub Town."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDu825_RyVSYvHGpDaCktE4r4mFzbkinh6SRKxQjUXBEHxsQBtS44T-GFHUV2ualrvYuvJHT9Dt-B4vozRLpSJJhJwOU2UVYHi_xOX2CETRH3OKRoO7i4cfu_LZR0H3zfCNb5gplscysr/s1600/07+Rebuilding+Center.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDu825_RyVSYvHGpDaCktE4r4mFzbkinh6SRKxQjUXBEHxsQBtS44T-GFHUV2ualrvYuvJHT9Dt-B4vozRLpSJJhJwOU2UVYHi_xOX2CETRH3OKRoO7i4cfu_LZR0H3zfCNb5gplscysr/s320/07+Rebuilding+Center.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830235946194994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKeAdiF1wcwzHukzcVSuBvd5iOvNwKOJHYgxZ8kAuOLFe-hfvkYcNZYbkkult_c4C8Z9E7ygjZ7WpShEOj98zAEXDVq8EP72fR_KCsBtRsU48f54Vnk6DYnzZMTcjkrFStlyyjXwZAFFo/s1600/08+Tub+Town.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKeAdiF1wcwzHukzcVSuBvd5iOvNwKOJHYgxZ8kAuOLFe-hfvkYcNZYbkkult_c4C8Z9E7ygjZ7WpShEOj98zAEXDVq8EP72fR_KCsBtRsU48f54Vnk6DYnzZMTcjkrFStlyyjXwZAFFo/s320/08+Tub+Town.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830234790283314" /></a><br /><br />This place is BIG. Just up the street from the toilet-laden entrance is an impressive "enchanted forest" type entrance to the place:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjW5k772SyQndfOHuvO30yE69GKE0LimnqeBW6Zb1RR7i3HHLCV7BcOIyPci4M0SlyL90QPfdTUGYx33wT28DUVeS78zMse3kaLpvoftwrOmWYN1709m5tOuesE76fXFVm0dLqGNah1MJ/s1600/09+Rebuilding+Center+front.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjW5k772SyQndfOHuvO30yE69GKE0LimnqeBW6Zb1RR7i3HHLCV7BcOIyPci4M0SlyL90QPfdTUGYx33wT28DUVeS78zMse3kaLpvoftwrOmWYN1709m5tOuesE76fXFVm0dLqGNah1MJ/s320/09+Rebuilding+Center+front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588830229823930226" /></a><br /><br />Turning a corner and heading back up Albina Avenue, I spotted my first pink dogwood tree of the spring. I love how these just explode and brighten the street.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgMzE71cr839s0xR40YShB6JrqWj-cQnogF9UWqvaYuz7H0SgJ3VacBXJsWzgOxlnyjLsREY-SsY9VbMHqX73t3QB3PyUKvy3Aya6-ipFd5cnDCq429eDFswsaD_BwFXBlzbP0QLIeatp/s1600/11+Pink+dogwood+tree.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgMzE71cr839s0xR40YShB6JrqWj-cQnogF9UWqvaYuz7H0SgJ3VacBXJsWzgOxlnyjLsREY-SsY9VbMHqX73t3QB3PyUKvy3Aya6-ipFd5cnDCq429eDFswsaD_BwFXBlzbP0QLIeatp/s320/11+Pink+dogwood+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588847809460161346" /></a><br /><br />I passed some modern-looking apartments before reconnecting with Mississippi.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfQ9Mxtosy_JxCVza23Ur8xYIn5Y5S7k6Mzx3AHGuCqCFBS8Fk7qvrMyDyAN6p7kLanvvFBPkfd7G7IxnR71ibRsoOdk52gTo1SDXF235Ng9AcAUhJgXM7s8bEcA6oXfjciGPuC-HhufM/s1600/12+Mississippi+apartments.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfQ9Mxtosy_JxCVza23Ur8xYIn5Y5S7k6Mzx3AHGuCqCFBS8Fk7qvrMyDyAN6p7kLanvvFBPkfd7G7IxnR71ibRsoOdk52gTo1SDXF235Ng9AcAUhJgXM7s8bEcA6oXfjciGPuC-HhufM/s320/12+Mississippi+apartments.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588829971653487586" /></a><br /><br />Joy of joys, a second music store, this one a records-only small and funky one. They didn't have any rock music, but they did have a nice selection R&B, funk and soul. I picked up a 1976 Kool & The Gang, which has never been issued on CD, called <i>Open Sesame.</i><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwf0KCDhmtdX1Jtoj8EfaSBpr50oPkLWgFJWYqdygpR3f-fpI2k5RhxHSOJHTrZr23dAAfuvuqM9gi15JSAc18isLlIzn1M4-jJhVP3QijojOO0rZzeWE8K878aCUbAJYcMRFBksG4DoGN/s1600/13+Mississippi+Records.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwf0KCDhmtdX1Jtoj8EfaSBpr50oPkLWgFJWYqdygpR3f-fpI2k5RhxHSOJHTrZr23dAAfuvuqM9gi15JSAc18isLlIzn1M4-jJhVP3QijojOO0rZzeWE8K878aCUbAJYcMRFBksG4DoGN/s320/13+Mississippi+Records.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588829967680543234" /></a><br /><br />Two landmarks of note: First, the John Palmer House, an 1898 Queen Anne home:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEGeVtIBfxfHZ1_f1C18Ckkuhyf5MUomJWV-EDpbKf43mAayXagqc-OgXkBbUEzP1Stk1cmYp4S0H-bHfdG6o7olxW1BjIuBMxynvlSSbj38jKMNobclFXI-A_jSzFfqLB5GLuZbR0TZA/s1600/14+John+Palmer+House+%25281898%2529.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEGeVtIBfxfHZ1_f1C18Ckkuhyf5MUomJWV-EDpbKf43mAayXagqc-OgXkBbUEzP1Stk1cmYp4S0H-bHfdG6o7olxW1BjIuBMxynvlSSbj38jKMNobclFXI-A_jSzFfqLB5GLuZbR0TZA/s320/14+John+Palmer+House+%25281898%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588829960911650802" /></a><br /><br />And on Interstate Ave, the St. Stanislaus Church, "the heart of Portland's Polish Community," which turns out tens of thousands of pierogies at the annual Polish Festival.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcT6e8XWGujnq8WoBVTWSqAViUkNj5SvoN_DwLnhWZDByiHts1iSfhRvt8h7ODgS_VVuelpdBshJ91vHxcmzqN-Qw8OSMc6usrd66uVGYPEOuW8SdCqTyeFkEFEpIwnK9cYp-Y8mm7k7TY/s1600/15+St.+Stanislaus+Church.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcT6e8XWGujnq8WoBVTWSqAViUkNj5SvoN_DwLnhWZDByiHts1iSfhRvt8h7ODgS_VVuelpdBshJ91vHxcmzqN-Qw8OSMc6usrd66uVGYPEOuW8SdCqTyeFkEFEpIwnK9cYp-Y8mm7k7TY/s320/15+St.+Stanislaus+Church.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588829959754751538" /></a><br /><br />While much of this area is undergoing a renaissance, with new food places, shops and buildings, as I walked past The Palms Motor Hotel sign, I was reminded that there's still a way to go. But hey, they've got "phones, hottub room, microfridges and king beds," so it can't be all bad, and I'm sure things aren't as run down on the inside as out here!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5nYWYqbLwGAANGUbv8xN7x3CgkLaYf7bMF8X2U8o4t_0UxR1q7XZxafELQIpb2Vv6D_2GCz-ns06FzqgZjzKnhWSMvqNaYPrjBH1miWboEdAiT2RoPjbVI45VaPyOZp8gl4ZVoTC2KcA/s1600/16+Palms+Motor+Hotel.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5nYWYqbLwGAANGUbv8xN7x3CgkLaYf7bMF8X2U8o4t_0UxR1q7XZxafELQIpb2Vv6D_2GCz-ns06FzqgZjzKnhWSMvqNaYPrjBH1miWboEdAiT2RoPjbVI45VaPyOZp8gl4ZVoTC2KcA/s320/16+Palms+Motor+Hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588829954269764578" /></a><br /><br />Finally, back to Overlook Park for one final spin on the pukatron:<br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/byjADnkbxRw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/byjADnkbxRw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-21158403740137052982011-03-20T22:42:00.000-07:002011-03-21T17:37:23.091-07:00Walk 38: 4T – Trail, Tram, Trolley & Train (4.5 miles)I gotta admit, this alliterative walk surprised me. Looking at the book, I thought, "Four mile walk, then ride back to the start? Easy!" But this four mile walk is a <i>bit</i> more challenging than a flat, city street four mile walk. It's a 600 foot elevation gain from the Oregon Zoo to the OHSU tram, made much more difficult by the nearly nonstop muddy spots on the trail. This hike will be a LOT easier in the summer!<br /><br />I started by parking at the zoo, behind the Max station, conveniently ignoring the sign that said "NO PARK AND RIDE." Hey, I was parking and walking (then riding)! Here's the map that shows the four sections of the four T's: (Marquam) Trail, (OHSU) Tram, (Portland Street Car) Trolley, and (MAX) Train.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4yBnSv_PIeWGUleCY7424tbfS3ux25qgBzgeAD38gMy8YC1gjOHjgNBCeN4YuKiKlVe1mgCyy59YfqCtitDWXQRsCBibiRC5IE3B4lx5Vg4Xt6-gD5gvVxB_Aba90fKNXI96IApdjAXF/s1600/001+4T+trail+map+at+zoo.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4yBnSv_PIeWGUleCY7424tbfS3ux25qgBzgeAD38gMy8YC1gjOHjgNBCeN4YuKiKlVe1mgCyy59YfqCtitDWXQRsCBibiRC5IE3B4lx5Vg4Xt6-gD5gvVxB_Aba90fKNXI96IApdjAXF/s320/001+4T+trail+map+at+zoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408971145627218" /></a><br /><br />I walked downhill past the Children's Museum, where I saw my first well-marked 4T Trail sign, then crossed Highway 26 (aka "Sunset Hwy"), and just before entering the freeway on the right side, headed uphill on a never-before-noticed-by-me side trail.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVmv_9meO3WotY5RJSYefjf5q47xovW0q58RykUad0ZfBpYdWp40GvCJ0E_vlakoowtaJPbnfD4_saO97dOK0xX84RWmolojSjbBZc_ZO8hVtB-5R-cqBW_O9zUXq6hsau9UbTkqZZ6sK/s1600/003+4T+trail+sign+from+zoo.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKNeaNQiyJhO2gm82K_Gp3p6ghTLESMcJG1LFzwrXbCAfiNArYAWd7_5q99MC22mFxIy1GfzQf1hn0kbIJmMTRi7h2RYlXuPj87qPH8H21Fp7JJc-7NPdnGYq3toJoKnU_6llS5fgl0GN/s320/005+trail+entrance+from+hwy+26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408916734176258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZsjuKUipKKbRhR3wOukCgaGo_cLqiNJ9jQzbif0gPBnzxEtRZaKNEB3UY9Gpc2MiZKNEihnXKZCnR_ZDt0UESU_9Mhi00raPXrX2IRZJzHmvXlItEx898AJrq6wdXqVFSV6z0GmfCji7/s1600/006+trail+steps.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZsjuKUipKKbRhR3wOukCgaGo_cLqiNJ9jQzbif0gPBnzxEtRZaKNEB3UY9Gpc2MiZKNEihnXKZCnR_ZDt0UESU_9Mhi00raPXrX2IRZJzHmvXlItEx898AJrq6wdXqVFSV6z0GmfCji7/s320/006+trail+steps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408909786162050" /></a><br /><br />I soon saw a quite muddy spot, the first of many, many sections that I would have to step around, or hop over, which eventually built up enough momentum that I started running along the trail just to make it easier to keep hopping over these (more on that later).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGVlSeQjz5GwIoqJaD7ttelJlKGF0Ghsg2pu2ALeUN4lrSsZD_G29Aj8bQmBooIMdGKFU6ibUzP6aZ2etHtLK_zI6IVNyi7_LMHOeH1P741zDv3H83XrJlr3DIJbEpQXyTzDArP6Y9JKy/s1600/007+mud+on+trail.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGVlSeQjz5GwIoqJaD7ttelJlKGF0Ghsg2pu2ALeUN4lrSsZD_G29Aj8bQmBooIMdGKFU6ibUzP6aZ2etHtLK_zI6IVNyi7_LMHOeH1P741zDv3H83XrJlr3DIJbEpQXyTzDArP6Y9JKy/s320/007+mud+on+trail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408908996251986" /></a><br /><br />After the first major elevation gain, approximately 2 miles into the walk/hike, the trail opened out onto Patton Road near the intersection with Talbot. I've driven by this intersection hundreds of times but never knew there was a trail lurking here!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLTt_GWrnqexBfBjVsB169P40F4C7-0cNmZR8ladHzd8FQzdi7VOWR27SGtRmHbKdWTfgLJRyLR09_OiWfio4UDOZPetYavwz5h40NInNgTIWx1oMvJmqtqiM9cCkhyphenhyphenBoeCKs0B1bvrnx0/s1600/008+trail+at+Patton+%2526+Talbot.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLTt_GWrnqexBfBjVsB169P40F4C7-0cNmZR8ladHzd8FQzdi7VOWR27SGtRmHbKdWTfgLJRyLR09_OiWfio4UDOZPetYavwz5h40NInNgTIWx1oMvJmqtqiM9cCkhyphenhyphenBoeCKs0B1bvrnx0/s320/008+trail+at+Patton+%2526+Talbot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408787386153522" /></a><br /><br />Turning up Talbot, I soon rejoined the trail and continued on up to Council Crest, where I was treated to my first good view of the city (albeit slightly foggy/cloudy, which is the norm for this time of year).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyq_j4uNYKI4OrAIK2Di_P2NKy5dO-2Z9FQu2_aVvXocjmg6YFoaSJrsc0pUSiFnuUgTs4JYjc1pnXSJgMHbyBk-MGcU5qSwVXngQRXd1eVFbz4blHebkh9JwrZAM5-hjFUn8WBKpzVkU5/s1600/009+view+of+portland+from+council+crest.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyq_j4uNYKI4OrAIK2Di_P2NKy5dO-2Z9FQu2_aVvXocjmg6YFoaSJrsc0pUSiFnuUgTs4JYjc1pnXSJgMHbyBk-MGcU5qSwVXngQRXd1eVFbz4blHebkh9JwrZAM5-hjFUn8WBKpzVkU5/s320/009+view+of+portland+from+council+crest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408785109197186" /></a><br /><br />On the other side of Council Crest I headed downhill on the Marquam Trail, breaking into a run, partly because I was leaping over so many muddy spots it encouraged me to do so, and partly because it was just fun to run on the soft soil (easy on the knees!).<br /><br /><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gf9byXB1HYk?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gf9byXB1HYk?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br />Eventually I reached the Marquam Shelter, with a small amphitheater setting for a potential picnic spot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMo6U3bhfUwkiPOEg-V0QmTt8TyyWvayjMmNmR-Lppq3XDUla9N8wOR4LVJAkG0rmLMnpB6mGexPhhPxFkYDQqk_e2xOahynNAYSras1CpQi57z_Y7zAK6Y9y_UOyyWKgIFAa3iADyRXza/s1600/011+marquam+shelter.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMo6U3bhfUwkiPOEg-V0QmTt8TyyWvayjMmNmR-Lppq3XDUla9N8wOR4LVJAkG0rmLMnpB6mGexPhhPxFkYDQqk_e2xOahynNAYSras1CpQi57z_Y7zAK6Y9y_UOyyWKgIFAa3iADyRXza/s320/011+marquam+shelter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408779223933186" /></a><br /><br />Turning again uphill and heading toward OHSU, this is where the climb started to get to me. I had been jumping over mud, slipping in the wet, and stepping on or around washed away rocks for several miles now, and I was starting to feel some serious fatigue in my legs. Just as I was in need of a long break, I arrived at the OHSU campus, anticipating a relaxing ride down to the bottom of the hill.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJE7S1jb9EUio3C3hJAd-t8Ebn5sMqmVFfYTJAIPFzqsyIp2jHaf1oIDbY9omZaphVmIY3La-8SPFFRrdUUOe4CA24d2y1vFWKjdx5YQ_2W7gqO5PHJLmn9V4y167l6uZrWfkcanUmp8mU/s1600/012+entrance+to+OHSU.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJE7S1jb9EUio3C3hJAd-t8Ebn5sMqmVFfYTJAIPFzqsyIp2jHaf1oIDbY9omZaphVmIY3La-8SPFFRrdUUOe4CA24d2y1vFWKjdx5YQ_2W7gqO5PHJLmn9V4y167l6uZrWfkcanUmp8mU/s320/012+entrance+to+OHSU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408779797632850" /></a><br /><br />But as I walked through the campus, I realized I didn't know where the tram entrance was. As I turned a corner, I saw that I had walked to the road below the tram, looked up and mouthed "Oh CRAP!" One more trudge up three flights of stairs to the much desired restful journey downtown. What an impressive structure though; glad I got to see this view at least once.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_VSEGyj_d5WEphZoxMHlFlKXpK1VMeUYuyQzH8NKXI1e3oBRZqWmlNvMFEibmBs7qSpsSx992MPCkWE7taOrVX_4CrFfNlNv2UaPDzClmb7jyNrs7vprZ5IDCIK-yOfW8wbBslPBrzkj/s1600/013+looking+up+at+tram+station.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_VSEGyj_d5WEphZoxMHlFlKXpK1VMeUYuyQzH8NKXI1e3oBRZqWmlNvMFEibmBs7qSpsSx992MPCkWE7taOrVX_4CrFfNlNv2UaPDzClmb7jyNrs7vprZ5IDCIK-yOfW8wbBslPBrzkj/s320/013+looking+up+at+tram+station.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408772642799970" /></a><br /><br />As I got inside the tram, I was treated to a beautiful view, and a slightly exhilarating ride:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdxgjpDZwZHbtR15Z_aXUySnJ80UxmIfOO6ouEuEgB9k0CaXqy8q1k8aCHxPe2zMq-IRrKpKN7Tb0n4a3tCQ__buZU-7ohtD317f6N5gT65o_wJpIaoYkJgYvhduvMuI3dhAsLJx7RySD/s1600/014+looking+down+from+tram+car.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdxgjpDZwZHbtR15Z_aXUySnJ80UxmIfOO6ouEuEgB9k0CaXqy8q1k8aCHxPe2zMq-IRrKpKN7Tb0n4a3tCQ__buZU-7ohtD317f6N5gT65o_wJpIaoYkJgYvhduvMuI3dhAsLJx7RySD/s320/014+looking+down+from+tram+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408638862333682" /></a><br /><br />Once at the bottom, I hurriedly made my way to the streetcar ("trolley"), which soon pulled away toward my MAX Train destination. I gotta say, though, this trolley takes its sweet time! I think I could've gotten there sooner just walking the route, if my legs weren't so burnt out from the trail walk/run.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgRUlDFo8sIx7xS7e6pw4UGFhISSeEFAH5nD31OUlA4SudgmUQ1DuhRB6Lv5GLpJfHyvVDsaqsrckdXzxO1rvrdXxacadzdvkh-NLH-r9-U8hydRDQY77Nnw_OOgNZWnKums6f-VEiAmc/s1600/016+trolley+view.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgRUlDFo8sIx7xS7e6pw4UGFhISSeEFAH5nD31OUlA4SudgmUQ1DuhRB6Lv5GLpJfHyvVDsaqsrckdXzxO1rvrdXxacadzdvkh-NLH-r9-U8hydRDQY77Nnw_OOgNZWnKums6f-VEiAmc/s320/016+trolley+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408636592740066" /></a><br /><br />I hopped off the trolley at 10th and Alder and waited just a few minutes before the MAX train arrived, which took us through the tunnel to the Oregon Zoo stop. This is a cool spot, as it's 260 feet below the surface. A quick elevator ride up and I was back at my car.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyZC6O58fTQHGkNMFDgvs4AqusdpbLm44yIWLDax01nWIoZI-kO2Hc4T6KYq5YWKjyyFRI6x9QxoIiWqea2VhsnOaa6hatwbMsNvrd88TUVbK22wcSFPL5uDXqYTQn3Qo0-L-QdXdf8En/s1600/018+max+train+at+zoo+tunnel.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyZC6O58fTQHGkNMFDgvs4AqusdpbLm44yIWLDax01nWIoZI-kO2Hc4T6KYq5YWKjyyFRI6x9QxoIiWqea2VhsnOaa6hatwbMsNvrd88TUVbK22wcSFPL5uDXqYTQn3Qo0-L-QdXdf8En/s320/018+max+train+at+zoo+tunnel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408631396838322" /></a><br /><br />This adventure turned out to be a lot more interesting than expected. The trail is quite a workout and there are plenty of places downtown to stop when I return (hopefully with family) when the weather gets drier, grab a bite to eat and enjoy the fruits of the trip. Maybe then my shoes won't get quite so muddy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRva-l6nGJmeVp4iVEPCUeSp_ylGjYNgWHtYRb3PuhP5P0ekeseV2mPakseQbqVRRXTQPVpxYXIY9pCalw5zz0Yns7_3pR42M4te61h_i7DarKFib3SrDsyAG2ctj9pxXYd9IKRpEhky0/s1600/019+muddy+shoes.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRva-l6nGJmeVp4iVEPCUeSp_ylGjYNgWHtYRb3PuhP5P0ekeseV2mPakseQbqVRRXTQPVpxYXIY9pCalw5zz0Yns7_3pR42M4te61h_i7DarKFib3SrDsyAG2ctj9pxXYd9IKRpEhky0/s320/019+muddy+shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408626262029666" /></a><br /><br /><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzmaLqD21Oc?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzmaLqD21Oc?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-71862156253154642442011-03-19T16:02:00.000-07:002011-03-19T16:14:20.009-07:00Walk 37: Peninsula Park & 4 Neighborhoods (3 miles)Four neighborhoods and a large park in just three miles? Yep. This walk passed through Humboldt, Piedmont, Arbor Lodge and Overlook.<br /><br />Starting at PSU's Cascade campus near Jefferson High School, after a few blocks I soon came to the Peninsula Park and rose garden. This place is big! A bit bare looking, but I could appreciate the stone and brickwork and envision what this will look like when the fountain is flowing and the summer sun works its magic:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMujIiP_-HTmtOmkJMYFkoxTNlB6uYMYqsm-vazF_z8MQsTPdDnVAhnj2v8DAnm_0Jd79QCwVteB3S0HXZejE1coFImrBD1rlLMHjq7fQ204VH2wlyPwi1A8VLbrmM-ySIor6HZNHnETY/s1600/03+Peninsula+Park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMujIiP_-HTmtOmkJMYFkoxTNlB6uYMYqsm-vazF_z8MQsTPdDnVAhnj2v8DAnm_0Jd79QCwVteB3S0HXZejE1coFImrBD1rlLMHjq7fQ204VH2wlyPwi1A8VLbrmM-ySIor6HZNHnETY/s320/03+Peninsula+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585312133946585634" /></a><br /><br />Walking through the center of the garden I approached an octagonal bandstand/gazebo, which on the opposite side faces a large field. Seems like everywhere I go I can picture making music somewhere. Must be "tuned in" to the idea!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNlJEEqujExZ6h5fjg6-WyemYols7A-irT-9t4qRAviPugAXdUt6CX8T93Ds4Y5bTu5p-OHplwx1tAeM4VkyHEVNS8MlrRpk0k3CUpnLJv5vbQ2HMP6OMD6LcW9Dm-HgCERczCjlTskq98/s1600/04+Peninsula+Park+to+pagoda.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNlJEEqujExZ6h5fjg6-WyemYols7A-irT-9t4qRAviPugAXdUt6CX8T93Ds4Y5bTu5p-OHplwx1tAeM4VkyHEVNS8MlrRpk0k3CUpnLJv5vbQ2HMP6OMD6LcW9Dm-HgCERczCjlTskq98/s320/04+Peninsula+Park+to+pagoda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585312129283759650" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCkglMFho0YGHcmUj9loHHKzXiOTZCBb78z7chyVcy_KFVCZyxHd0X_mMMq7WxTN79Vu_qd10OnF4BVqsET7oVhGuaflNdzorTsRz9T0gSA9H1erKznBi758H1-BjjLxYpZC-GHuN3KPF/s1600/05+Pagoda+in+Peninsula+Park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCkglMFho0YGHcmUj9loHHKzXiOTZCBb78z7chyVcy_KFVCZyxHd0X_mMMq7WxTN79Vu_qd10OnF4BVqsET7oVhGuaflNdzorTsRz9T0gSA9H1erKznBi758H1-BjjLxYpZC-GHuN3KPF/s320/05+Pagoda+in+Peninsula+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585312132157241858" /></a><br /><br />At the other end of the field is the city's oldest community center (which includes an open air pool in the back).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiQzQ-oY5GNNz53_ieYOxAXGn-W1xsAhnf892pb1vncuDawEAExeEIej4EU7ragsXXXFASs_FzWng63Wk6mjBbuq6jVT3A92fvAY1ozbYHGfh12nkzZiK0kCJ85AMUdBtjgbGq8aYboXa/s1600/06+Community+Center+at+Peninsula+Park.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiQzQ-oY5GNNz53_ieYOxAXGn-W1xsAhnf892pb1vncuDawEAExeEIej4EU7ragsXXXFASs_FzWng63Wk6mjBbuq6jVT3A92fvAY1ozbYHGfh12nkzZiK0kCJ85AMUdBtjgbGq8aYboXa/s320/06+Community+Center+at+Peninsula+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585312127751962450" /></a><br /><br />Another interesting sight along the way is the Villa St. Rose, a former Catholic convent and girls school, now renovated senior housing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Mv75uVOp-Awe6vkVOioEio14g1Mk_E8C2vIJTpus_2cBNO5IBz0USqkqnVmVgXOkhDERtkDMnsCFRuFXP5zK8ZO5kYkOxy7SQh_C0g8k2pZwLn21Rk4fmjxp96EYi9cy1Ul6XC59vbjE/s1600/07+Convent+now+Senior+Housing.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Mv75uVOp-Awe6vkVOioEio14g1Mk_E8C2vIJTpus_2cBNO5IBz0USqkqnVmVgXOkhDERtkDMnsCFRuFXP5zK8ZO5kYkOxy7SQh_C0g8k2pZwLn21Rk4fmjxp96EYi9cy1Ul6XC59vbjE/s320/07+Convent+now+Senior+Housing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585312006642901986" /></a><br /><br />As I made my way toward this pedestrian I-5 overpass, I stopped and had a short chat with a resident of the Villa St. Rose. She told me that she knows man there who "remembers the bad old days. He would point to a row of houses and say 'That was a crack house, and that one, and over there...' Fortunately that's mostly gone now." While it's really great to hear about neighborhoods improving and drugs and gang problems disappearing, I have to wonder: Where does it go? Declining neighborhoods? Other cities? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRZuYv-Wd9NOZLnW6TKfowjxBApPBJf0th68SS0G1WRKdAVKj4O0HqVlX8IUlBiqZe06Mwsj_bBHWd5ezgdctKydVCp69L0NjnjhIf7RMSLRzGM4H-22HFI8zm7SyeyJQTjEZJ1AR8pFz/s1600/08+Pedestrian+Bridge+over+I-5.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRZuYv-Wd9NOZLnW6TKfowjxBApPBJf0th68SS0G1WRKdAVKj4O0HqVlX8IUlBiqZe06Mwsj_bBHWd5ezgdctKydVCp69L0NjnjhIf7RMSLRzGM4H-22HFI8zm7SyeyJQTjEZJ1AR8pFz/s320/08+Pedestrian+Bridge+over+I-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585312007552864466" /></a><br /><br />Speaking of interesting houses, I thought this was a yard sale, until I looked a little closer, and realized that the stair-stepper, bench-and-weight set, fire pit and lawn chairs were all part of a permanent setup. Not something you normally see in late winter.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1ANLnMtiWR9AvRiDgBZLhbV5B2NZVIbly8oQLr3yB-E0pP6t84E-KUblEeNE0x2yQHFH4TAylHMm_chZpVoYrivgUngJoJE6eIGS7nLgdNPzefr5fo4KoeQqW6C90xwDdYdhg0I7axAe/s1600/09+Front+lawn+gym+and+seating.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1ANLnMtiWR9AvRiDgBZLhbV5B2NZVIbly8oQLr3yB-E0pP6t84E-KUblEeNE0x2yQHFH4TAylHMm_chZpVoYrivgUngJoJE6eIGS7nLgdNPzefr5fo4KoeQqW6C90xwDdYdhg0I7axAe/s320/09+Front+lawn+gym+and+seating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585312003775395058" /></a><br /><br />Toward the end of my walk, at Ockley Middle School I came across three totems featuring poetry by its students.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQ3UuIci_2DeAUTF8e2aazDeqzcgbd4Rk9ERmByGMa8ejH2Wuko-ewb0Dx3oPWtd00IicM5J67m1tqo4GUWb7DkzRQwuVQp-pzDOW70Z1i7ylwOE2cbgEpoNso7kRPFNN2iygqyuqhNNk/s1600/11+Poem+totems.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQ3UuIci_2DeAUTF8e2aazDeqzcgbd4Rk9ERmByGMa8ejH2Wuko-ewb0Dx3oPWtd00IicM5J67m1tqo4GUWb7DkzRQwuVQp-pzDOW70Z1i7ylwOE2cbgEpoNso7kRPFNN2iygqyuqhNNk/s320/11+Poem+totems.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585311997795756626" /></a><br /><br />This was my favorite. Text re-typed below:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUw0ylbHkOi9bSyp6-D8EIbyYcu__FdFu9-ZDTgGV0usPrAbJD2gTPgDftWqmZwwvU2IJFBcol0J4-GWVNMBMdTeeOxxZVxlLggGpm_11_YsWgPm6JLzJ02pW7Q5ZfsEsB61LMWcKLn18/s1600/10+Poem.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUw0ylbHkOi9bSyp6-D8EIbyYcu__FdFu9-ZDTgGV0usPrAbJD2gTPgDftWqmZwwvU2IJFBcol0J4-GWVNMBMdTeeOxxZVxlLggGpm_11_YsWgPm6JLzJ02pW7Q5ZfsEsB61LMWcKLn18/s320/10+Poem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585312000826164754" /></a><br /><br />The sky is light blue, and the sun is out;<br />birds are flying; it’s a beautiful day as I shout.<br />I hear the half way wonderful sounds of Oregon –<br />Shouts coming from the car,<br />sounds of people smacking food<br />or being rude; as my day ends,<br />I leave on my 18 speed bike.<br />The world is a Beautiful place.<br />Don’t miss out.<br /> Sean Lacy, Age 13<br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6DQacZKkRUk?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6DQacZKkRUk?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-51996505486181546802011-03-15T22:01:00.000-07:002011-03-16T18:28:45.007-07:00Walk 36: Alameda Ridge & Stairs (5 miles)This walk started at Gustav's Pub & Grill, at NE 50th & Sandy, and headed immediately for a dead end. But of course, as always, the dead end wasn't...for walkers. Just had to make sure to stay to the left so as not to walk into somebody's yard...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig56EFlW4LhYnlhKmcR4sUVo0MHjvB80U4-tKEfWgJIEcC-DgZdz2xitQJijvBI9_1LrSFNcdV5a612JiBWT7aU2unVfzyFqmJc_q8T_mUlcAn5x8txrio1ojPPQD5j7hPYNOEYUws4EBB/s1600/001a+Gustav%2527s+start.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig56EFlW4LhYnlhKmcR4sUVo0MHjvB80U4-tKEfWgJIEcC-DgZdz2xitQJijvBI9_1LrSFNcdV5a612JiBWT7aU2unVfzyFqmJc_q8T_mUlcAn5x8txrio1ojPPQD5j7hPYNOEYUws4EBB/s320/001a+Gustav%2527s+start.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581974166182180930" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84hbKr9KKzBsbvn6rqEsX3Vh7wCWp2_rDE6t4Dq9j_DEa6QEAcDF-UzVAYMNXBBgj6ZEYgVCLN4mqnvj4HUCaIMBbCzOPLUvWL6FHl0cRtP2ZBlxwFTmigbpk9wGFWCKT24VJO3u5X-M0/s1600/001b+First+stairs+at+dead+end.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84hbKr9KKzBsbvn6rqEsX3Vh7wCWp2_rDE6t4Dq9j_DEa6QEAcDF-UzVAYMNXBBgj6ZEYgVCLN4mqnvj4HUCaIMBbCzOPLUvWL6FHl0cRtP2ZBlxwFTmigbpk9wGFWCKT24VJO3u5X-M0/s320/001b+First+stairs+at+dead+end.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581974160528368370" /></a><br /><br />This walk was all about stairs, up 75, up another 123, down 80, etc. In other words, I loved it. Several times I would be walking along and wouldn't even see it till I almost walked past them, then there they were immediately to my right or left.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILQB4VCV8bMu8bPjIvz6msgqPH5D2ZYRVnBslsLphh4_ZJhCllX-mGGy_SXF2hj37s83nLLNMF4gyA0h-gQguqsFsNsm_fOxLtqLe6_jjfeNpOECwy4qBBL0yx4DLx_af55F9ZmPwo7v1/s1600/Alameda+006.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILQB4VCV8bMu8bPjIvz6msgqPH5D2ZYRVnBslsLphh4_ZJhCllX-mGGy_SXF2hj37s83nLLNMF4gyA0h-gQguqsFsNsm_fOxLtqLe6_jjfeNpOECwy4qBBL0yx4DLx_af55F9ZmPwo7v1/s320/Alameda+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581974008013529986" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxeUBidmfofYZNAwrQ0owwz4fvz3yy-z-kJWhiUCglmEERU9NlWvqD-6JvsalEgvsr4wgp0c1Lv9XKaxdXKG1byOulp0wRv8xvRX0SavYsz14QEEUt0pKuePAgsGdR5tDJkNRbZ8utAhhp/s1600/Alameda+010.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxeUBidmfofYZNAwrQ0owwz4fvz3yy-z-kJWhiUCglmEERU9NlWvqD-6JvsalEgvsr4wgp0c1Lv9XKaxdXKG1byOulp0wRv8xvRX0SavYsz14QEEUt0pKuePAgsGdR5tDJkNRbZ8utAhhp/s320/Alameda+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581973977476740402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUt_7Ir2TT2n3Rh-V5PXDFjNKdLczuyPFwiDA6Aj6Ou38qa0UKI5ooLa0DmCQ-N5e2pi8SwLfndNalA6d0i-3yfHnO7-be2JQ6tAdhA7C_-TMwX8k_N6A2bvTtZZ0q6qfrisxOslpFtb9/s1600/Alameda+014.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUt_7Ir2TT2n3Rh-V5PXDFjNKdLczuyPFwiDA6Aj6Ou38qa0UKI5ooLa0DmCQ-N5e2pi8SwLfndNalA6d0i-3yfHnO7-be2JQ6tAdhA7C_-TMwX8k_N6A2bvTtZZ0q6qfrisxOslpFtb9/s320/Alameda+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581973825608700194" /></a><br /><br />This was great fun and a good workout. The last one down gave me an adrenaline rush, because a scary looking dog barked through a wire mesh fence right next to me the whole way down. Wish I'd taken a video! I was tempted to go back and do it again but I honestly didn't want to stress the dog too much.<br /><br />Other than that, the outstanding feature of this neighborhood-on-a-ridge is the "enchanted forest houses without the forest" feel of the place. I would love to live in one of these! (And almost every house has its own set of stairs as well.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0eD2z2mu-LXK6f2vUqswEe_Bve1Owr1lD8KdJwQrV7wRF6C_XzgfDrLO4XRKF_0RnTQUx7bT_q6n4Abge6qQR8GaoloQra0Tr3C0guYVn8k37xETLhPFuxx0uj8i1c6cw_jHe6U4Wawg/s1600/Alameda+003.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0eD2z2mu-LXK6f2vUqswEe_Bve1Owr1lD8KdJwQrV7wRF6C_XzgfDrLO4XRKF_0RnTQUx7bT_q6n4Abge6qQR8GaoloQra0Tr3C0guYVn8k37xETLhPFuxx0uj8i1c6cw_jHe6U4Wawg/s320/Alameda+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581974153400876770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuGzyb78FBs7U8Eo-zWUb9fY2QIT1zMj3jsUYYyBxtrVoegc2MIOttFXF9dgneTby4dyL_8NyXiJCFPRVoG6A2Ki3Oqj6TktT2K74DNadKIyCYomxI7KJntg5Fwvj71x1PKyXWbP4QcRa/s1600/Alameda+004.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuGzyb78FBs7U8Eo-zWUb9fY2QIT1zMj3jsUYYyBxtrVoegc2MIOttFXF9dgneTby4dyL_8NyXiJCFPRVoG6A2Ki3Oqj6TktT2K74DNadKIyCYomxI7KJntg5Fwvj71x1PKyXWbP4QcRa/s320/Alameda+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581974145392960530" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CKM6FzzwICGd6egbW1uvXmETAPBRUerGrIOF2rWDuTz45VRvKBaY_ebS7lLrckAWlimFxBUPMmGuYOfvZ4bY8m8q4NzNK-1loSjO12cPC3aXQViXOrEEO_aWzXgbMhC7WHBcIcutELtz/s1600/Alameda+012.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CKM6FzzwICGd6egbW1uvXmETAPBRUerGrIOF2rWDuTz45VRvKBaY_ebS7lLrckAWlimFxBUPMmGuYOfvZ4bY8m8q4NzNK-1loSjO12cPC3aXQViXOrEEO_aWzXgbMhC7WHBcIcutELtz/s320/Alameda+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581973829441930530" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJ7UNhrwJ5Ue4eP7wlLvkwCbTE7yul2c8HIm5uuiK9hEllctdNKgktkNh0v4ygqzdXydDHFaOGT4IuQPRtWMp6D4ZmM3qxjfJjUDdzzmIw1RFUcLu5t2CV4seujUxx17PnT5zM1Wea2vf/s1600/Alameda+016.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJ7UNhrwJ5Ue4eP7wlLvkwCbTE7yul2c8HIm5uuiK9hEllctdNKgktkNh0v4ygqzdXydDHFaOGT4IuQPRtWMp6D4ZmM3qxjfJjUDdzzmIw1RFUcLu5t2CV4seujUxx17PnT5zM1Wea2vf/s320/Alameda+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581973817868343874" /></a><br /><br />Great sledding hill here, for those rare snowy days, provided they clear the cars out when that happens:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8Vin8R3j2oVeXO1sU-SQgxFp3NtlEKsI5g1f981KN-2F5mu6rTZ7FqWRdJdyoWFg1hmQE3E24sIiYzssBXJAF8avsnPerdIZJjRaEERAFWmE5zOxJ242N4vl3y4o3YHoyxfepUJr3p30/s1600/Alameda+017.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8Vin8R3j2oVeXO1sU-SQgxFp3NtlEKsI5g1f981KN-2F5mu6rTZ7FqWRdJdyoWFg1hmQE3E24sIiYzssBXJAF8avsnPerdIZJjRaEERAFWmE5zOxJ242N4vl3y4o3YHoyxfepUJr3p30/s320/Alameda+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581973812349917138" /></a><br /><br />Here I go...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PA99pn1xwzI?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PA99pn1xwzI?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br />(Sorry about the little graphic in the middle - the drawbacks of free shareware.)David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-76430324285963560982011-03-13T22:00:00.000-07:002011-03-13T23:01:06.128-07:00Side Trip: Shamrock Run/Walk 2011First ever Shamrock "Run" and second major event in one year. Only walked 5K this time, but had a chance to get a good feel for how the thing works so maybe next year I'll see if I can run the same distance.<br /><br />I arrived with plenty of time to spare this morning and stood in the rain watching the 15K, 8K and 5K runners take off before my "Stride" portion's turn. As I took in all the "Irish for a day" clothes, I spotted a bagpiper. A bit Scottish for this event perhaps...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVP-MBDtGO0XLkqw_jKKGY0oze0AwgzXquLJ7H0w94L7xldp5T6mRPGYC5GCLTq_hiFtbLNCZ_ZrlrnHmbj-xxRCOLn07iYcfPd71i-Yg_bSH4ZbrtnLT_Tyu0C8ZzD4p1gVCkOilC2kN/s1600/lucky.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVP-MBDtGO0XLkqw_jKKGY0oze0AwgzXquLJ7H0w94L7xldp5T6mRPGYC5GCLTq_hiFtbLNCZ_ZrlrnHmbj-xxRCOLn07iYcfPd71i-Yg_bSH4ZbrtnLT_Tyu0C8ZzD4p1gVCkOilC2kN/s320/lucky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583796602313656786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4v79-Zsl2TgmgXV8wSZKEYuuyFWefp_4Pi_r8DI6aydDmby69GxbH7URJ2hWXMKNSDYsz6C53E_JYoY2wKJcugfDXhfSuCWXAG9Jy_-U4b0vpLQeA4OezIGLkhwvIt7boPVUNhDi7Tga3/s1600/bagpiper.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4v79-Zsl2TgmgXV8wSZKEYuuyFWefp_4Pi_r8DI6aydDmby69GxbH7URJ2hWXMKNSDYsz6C53E_JYoY2wKJcugfDXhfSuCWXAG9Jy_-U4b0vpLQeA4OezIGLkhwvIt7boPVUNhDi7Tga3/s320/bagpiper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583796743873522354" /></a><br /><br />Loved the large Guinness can running by. Don't blink or you'll miss it!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ayKTKGd7aE?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ayKTKGd7aE?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><br /><br />Soon enough, the start came and we took off en masse.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrCFP2H-_TFbqrGer1B9YoknSEfisGo0eklKyo_KPODwLgsSYCWKH9hzLvFI28NsDG4WgtlcVfKOq4KvSKaBgjSGpVaPWSm2FYRHfyeFo4O4UjCrsiin1H2kHwsAjUgf4einkYaCBQi6a/s1600/start.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrCFP2H-_TFbqrGer1B9YoknSEfisGo0eklKyo_KPODwLgsSYCWKH9hzLvFI28NsDG4WgtlcVfKOq4KvSKaBgjSGpVaPWSm2FYRHfyeFo4O4UjCrsiin1H2kHwsAjUgf4einkYaCBQi6a/s320/start.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583796610917298946" /></a><br /><br />Passed this cute girl along the way. She just kept chugging along and wouldn't quit!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-I8eBoKc3o?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-I8eBoKc3o?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><br /><br />After passing a marching band playing Metallica's "Enter Sandman" followed by Foo Fighters' "Monkey Wrench" (excellent choices!), I saw another shirt that made me chuckle:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimb6AIr_AIP31KOcVIIQyOSPiDCRjQv9A5ZUGd1v5KehJoHIAE7GntjxzmaTNShiZijTA0nJMBbZzqcKsRifbLqzemUaRSOqeAiSVLJuUpgmHFoKkTgc5uAyp84acyHWWfwSYqS9e2bkaW/s1600/shamtastic.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimb6AIr_AIP31KOcVIIQyOSPiDCRjQv9A5ZUGd1v5KehJoHIAE7GntjxzmaTNShiZijTA0nJMBbZzqcKsRifbLqzemUaRSOqeAiSVLJuUpgmHFoKkTgc5uAyp84acyHWWfwSYqS9e2bkaW/s320/shamtastic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583802170396573250" /></a><br /><br />Heading toward the finish we got a nice view of downtown with the KOIN Building to the left:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YnFHq-a4OuQAC-MPJJSbdxdEQoxDvMlsqzxQH0TzRoA8JQ61St38AqUt7pBluMIevsHAMhD_tijzw3SlcMfMROlhRv8Te5Qicy3eXRSkTcOqOY9AAbaHqbqd34w9NIlUuAY-VC5G1GWr/s1600/nearing+finish.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YnFHq-a4OuQAC-MPJJSbdxdEQoxDvMlsqzxQH0TzRoA8JQ61St38AqUt7pBluMIevsHAMhD_tijzw3SlcMfMROlhRv8Te5Qicy3eXRSkTcOqOY9AAbaHqbqd34w9NIlUuAY-VC5G1GWr/s320/nearing+finish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583796597452007810" /></a><br /><br />All in all, a fun side trip to the usual Sunday walk. A little soggy and more than a little crowded but a nice way to celebrate the coming of spring. Thanks to Kimmy for loaning me the leprechaun button!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiCxJpPE2Z42GX4jK17g0hf3ddgpYW5tRnAU7M3h0Qe2713x5fBz12TUK_e0UdFXTIh-qBb2jfRoONBwafuirPEabKL9DMYDxp3bi-40epSH6UbWtFrRQsF2NP0skmhXelUDR3YLLgq0L/s1600/hat+with+button.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiCxJpPE2Z42GX4jK17g0hf3ddgpYW5tRnAU7M3h0Qe2713x5fBz12TUK_e0UdFXTIh-qBb2jfRoONBwafuirPEabKL9DMYDxp3bi-40epSH6UbWtFrRQsF2NP0skmhXelUDR3YLLgq0L/s320/hat+with+button.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583796590781436754" /></a>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-79408539521410818502011-02-27T23:49:00.000-08:002011-03-08T22:51:01.061-08:00Walk 35: Mt. Tabor (2.5 miles)A short outing, but a good one, this headed up some steep hills over and around one of the several volcanic cinder cones listed in the <i>Walk There</i> book.<br /><br />This walk started at NE 60th and Salmon, where I spotted a large tree that looked like something out of the magic "apple tree forest" in Wizard of Oz. Oh, when I was younger I would've wanted to climb this!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRrDS7JbtrqopAO5GjVvLTAf-yC6G1Qq3FTqhEpxSCS5Ew-a5-0H6rbgAxD9sRqzffJmNrpy0F1y-fUvc8VpbJ5w2vvbj_pQceRmKzgr0UMV02w75tZox4h0v1VcDXPMXnnWbs9FJ5MhK/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+005.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRrDS7JbtrqopAO5GjVvLTAf-yC6G1Qq3FTqhEpxSCS5Ew-a5-0H6rbgAxD9sRqzffJmNrpy0F1y-fUvc8VpbJ5w2vvbj_pQceRmKzgr0UMV02w75tZox4h0v1VcDXPMXnnWbs9FJ5MhK/s320/Mt.+Tabor+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580874852269145970" /></a><br /><br />Heading down 60th, it was time to "storm the castle" toward Reservoir 6.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9xz3TjpShIhUXZb8gh9ScOGjbno1Udx3L5UnqiyYWzT8Lt5uE9ZE6QaSMHP1xvyIkuFNiER5l_tCnDXrMzEBBJBGT741TRKX9LYY1jASqFbuA6YtOUd7Fck5z37g46z17Fo_RSXtpp1m/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+006.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9xz3TjpShIhUXZb8gh9ScOGjbno1Udx3L5UnqiyYWzT8Lt5uE9ZE6QaSMHP1xvyIkuFNiER5l_tCnDXrMzEBBJBGT741TRKX9LYY1jASqFbuA6YtOUd7Fck5z37g46z17Fo_RSXtpp1m/s320/Mt.+Tabor+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580874850788958658" /></a><br /><br />I spotted some ducks swimming around, and I suddenly had the thought: "This is some of Portland's drinking water...what happens when they poop in it?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoQ7TYoJASEtgE6n3GRC3WDIroi4EZaMzeujEobO95cKptjwMLNjLQ8lI2JQyRGQJkSzj7ULKLmrfp9LtY96t2yxj_GEH0VAtUo8eCpvdltBWwqWE-dZsAfsoIe3rDkYtyD1rL5F62C1n/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+010+ducks+in+reservoir.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoQ7TYoJASEtgE6n3GRC3WDIroi4EZaMzeujEobO95cKptjwMLNjLQ8lI2JQyRGQJkSzj7ULKLmrfp9LtY96t2yxj_GEH0VAtUo8eCpvdltBWwqWE-dZsAfsoIe3rDkYtyD1rL5F62C1n/s320/Mt.+Tabor+010+ducks+in+reservoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580874849880563010" /></a><br /><br />These thoughts didn't improve as I pondered the ring of moss and mildew around the sides:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTLwJQFhLsNs_-F4Q7N0tEeI-vhGVbXLiwwtdq5PdbMhJimYHZK4RQ5sgiu6fdsRVYTw7c5plB8uWb54475DegS5p2oF5ugcuuWnxzPsAY4_eOcWMW6tajwbaa20lu3Lj3Cv87SHHFMme/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+013.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTLwJQFhLsNs_-F4Q7N0tEeI-vhGVbXLiwwtdq5PdbMhJimYHZK4RQ5sgiu6fdsRVYTw7c5plB8uWb54475DegS5p2oF5ugcuuWnxzPsAY4_eOcWMW6tajwbaa20lu3Lj3Cv87SHHFMme/s320/Mt.+Tabor+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580874845187343778" /></a><br /><br />Now the real climbing began, as I skipped up the 126 steps to Reservoir 5.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavTdqBnb898o_FkOeuH-Q8sBrrEN6IEWZtqqyu8D5Pk6BRThGO3yx0DVQhVT6rIpgJVTLZ0qy7pPasIk5yRR4OS5kxMa8HRvW8_SgPU6D7YGGepB9FtWMU4rxjzszZaUJW0gLgjSqS8-K/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+016.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavTdqBnb898o_FkOeuH-Q8sBrrEN6IEWZtqqyu8D5Pk6BRThGO3yx0DVQhVT6rIpgJVTLZ0qy7pPasIk5yRR4OS5kxMa8HRvW8_SgPU6D7YGGepB9FtWMU4rxjzszZaUJW0gLgjSqS8-K/s320/Mt.+Tabor+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580874842542476034" /></a><br /><br />Above this reservoir, I turned back to get a great look down at the water and East Portland below:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMucB5Jet_yHrp-Fc5eNmjpQnFgc7j9cCKLSKbY_jMhrTyyhyphenhyphenDN38ciGJ-P1PYmK-mLegnYBN9ZN_caEeNY2aR2GIj4r1yqmm2pLT2RmXIYuS-QVzJvREt0OWTUDA_h042qLyT9kL1UpQX/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+020.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMucB5Jet_yHrp-Fc5eNmjpQnFgc7j9cCKLSKbY_jMhrTyyhyphenhyphenDN38ciGJ-P1PYmK-mLegnYBN9ZN_caEeNY2aR2GIj4r1yqmm2pLT2RmXIYuS-QVzJvREt0OWTUDA_h042qLyT9kL1UpQX/s320/Mt.+Tabor+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873794168218994" /></a><br /><br />I proceeded up to smaller Reservoir 1, which only intensified my doubts about open air storage of drinking water...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPartVyHzkOoresTEiyo3RcgeiiWe73JXerzMLSzERIqdp3BfpMgmjv-5HgNrCX_OzHD7z5kryYDEmETHAn_WtXVGmxK6tLCVlaU_X0S4OXfXN2p86sd0STjOw0f0-UeiQfCCpSpNVSIqp/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+021.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPartVyHzkOoresTEiyo3RcgeiiWe73JXerzMLSzERIqdp3BfpMgmjv-5HgNrCX_OzHD7z5kryYDEmETHAn_WtXVGmxK6tLCVlaU_X0S4OXfXN2p86sd0STjOw0f0-UeiQfCCpSpNVSIqp/s320/Mt.+Tabor+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873788049728770" /></a><br /><br />At the top of the Mount, I came to a statue of Harvey W. Scott, early and long-time editor of the Oregonian, and "molder of opinion in Oregon and the nation" according to the inscription. From the side I thought he looked a bit like Lenin: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyB15nEQtWPQc1KeXlerBox-Untp1sLS728PtLoA5z4TyULjvMF-k0T9EIIKqZZeBn1xb69cSh9fnBJBKt4Pmr6jxMjhPoW0uJXajEob1ubdjIGXxOFV-ImAfNHzdwH9aPWDnDHZe4J0TJ/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+023++Scott+statue+from+side+%2528Lenin%2529.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyB15nEQtWPQc1KeXlerBox-Untp1sLS728PtLoA5z4TyULjvMF-k0T9EIIKqZZeBn1xb69cSh9fnBJBKt4Pmr6jxMjhPoW0uJXajEob1ubdjIGXxOFV-ImAfNHzdwH9aPWDnDHZe4J0TJ/s320/Mt.+Tabor+023++Scott+statue+from+side+%2528Lenin%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873784713984722" /></a><br /><br />So, if Mt. Scott was named after him, why is his statue standing at the top of Mt. Tabor? Is he pointing toward the correct Mt?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_LU5Xqjc4SgyQ2maNdg0RPTXp_CedwFdnAO-FO-J3OAHfSRD-A9Spypo6qNwuFSVRtPJbx9UqZYusGOXzm72CqgbBSQScHgC1dUf7CQQDIla02aI-j7-y6P5BiUF1toAf0cUrU0hDDC5m/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+025+Scott+statue.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_LU5Xqjc4SgyQ2maNdg0RPTXp_CedwFdnAO-FO-J3OAHfSRD-A9Spypo6qNwuFSVRtPJbx9UqZYusGOXzm72CqgbBSQScHgC1dUf7CQQDIla02aI-j7-y6P5BiUF1toAf0cUrU0hDDC5m/s320/Mt.+Tabor+025+Scott+statue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873780006009266" /></a><br /><br />I came across not one but two charming cottage style bathrooms. That was a nice touch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPhpfRXDQR-Ixy18C_AP3bGrCqy08gAxjDJ2In-MeHM0V6AUssewxkrC9v6PnTgZcJWR3MLXNCXerDW2BoZNQCSXhnBPKwV5xPsKz3Ia2Q04mCAD6zmEdZT9DH5kh1YG-KFjYWT_CN_x-/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+028+restroom1.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPhpfRXDQR-Ixy18C_AP3bGrCqy08gAxjDJ2In-MeHM0V6AUssewxkrC9v6PnTgZcJWR3MLXNCXerDW2BoZNQCSXhnBPKwV5xPsKz3Ia2Q04mCAD6zmEdZT9DH5kh1YG-KFjYWT_CN_x-/s320/Mt.+Tabor+028+restroom1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873782104398706" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXignATTnzsiNRfaq3o99x2qsQbcWNFZYobfo4kW3maNp9jIb2y1HpYpL-nkwYKt2DbQmcMVCYqDuql5J4qNRNYes_kfq1nTIETkpdXW92d_6HbEYYn_2vjAQUvpTJvP9waLLCrN2PPBv8/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+037+restroom2.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXignATTnzsiNRfaq3o99x2qsQbcWNFZYobfo4kW3maNp9jIb2y1HpYpL-nkwYKt2DbQmcMVCYqDuql5J4qNRNYes_kfq1nTIETkpdXW92d_6HbEYYn_2vjAQUvpTJvP9waLLCrN2PPBv8/s320/Mt.+Tabor+037+restroom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873552734658082" /></a><br /><br />It was then I came across the elusive "pukatron" ride. Many good times (and a few scrapes) have been had on these things!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHycQdV1mKKtj1bRNV7jfv7eKEBmsf2XzKecgXGS2iv1lq4wXN_nqTUyhqwk0pxHcyaBhv6lY-rVcO5R67X41d6AAb32TpwBXoEy_W5gqffTd-3LBeNeghB7bkIQNQR_dnw0t4ckGztJc4/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+032+pukatron.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHycQdV1mKKtj1bRNV7jfv7eKEBmsf2XzKecgXGS2iv1lq4wXN_nqTUyhqwk0pxHcyaBhv6lY-rVcO5R67X41d6AAb32TpwBXoEy_W5gqffTd-3LBeNeghB7bkIQNQR_dnw0t4ckGztJc4/s320/Mt.+Tabor+032+pukatron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873555639361666" /></a><br /><br />I hopped on for a quick ride...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gdhw4vGm2Y8?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gdhw4vGm2Y8?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br />A little ways downhill from this small park, there was an amphitheater carved into the hill. (Hmm, another potential "cowbell concert in the park" location.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_O9XS7Wie_iFjDuDfDm4TDZ_9XQHWewKRFdZve9hr3MbZWLvmT2WQUA3tbGWx9FCV5LeKNdPFpjGa0W5xdMYJNnZMSwMcErnMrwPIxvNJS36Sn98tVZ_fha-ObvSZu68S_q7oLk3y-a-b/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+038+amphitheater.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_O9XS7Wie_iFjDuDfDm4TDZ_9XQHWewKRFdZve9hr3MbZWLvmT2WQUA3tbGWx9FCV5LeKNdPFpjGa0W5xdMYJNnZMSwMcErnMrwPIxvNJS36Sn98tVZ_fha-ObvSZu68S_q7oLk3y-a-b/s320/Mt.+Tabor+038+amphitheater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873554672809586" /></a><br /><br />Heading back toward Salmon Street, I encountered a three path choice. The nice thing about the smallish size of Mt. Tabor is, you can't really get too lost no matter which one you choose.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCU-s4AjBIS4z6Vf6yX4Rmb0A57yalsIEY5-wq6BwkpQyIP1Wwvmqt3_pAOji32kHKZjHgkfZshh_cRigvNkA5Lry79gOKUf8th98n_TBG1WMZw9AiV3tdxg1t5XiqCI9Pnus8PX4DI9uO/s1600/Mt.+Tabor+042+three+paths.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCU-s4AjBIS4z6Vf6yX4Rmb0A57yalsIEY5-wq6BwkpQyIP1Wwvmqt3_pAOji32kHKZjHgkfZshh_cRigvNkA5Lry79gOKUf8th98n_TBG1WMZw9AiV3tdxg1t5XiqCI9Pnus8PX4DI9uO/s320/Mt.+Tabor+042+three+paths.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580873550476677154" /></a><br /><br />I found this <a href="http://www.portlandonline.com/shared/cfm/image.cfm?id=149337" target="_blank">online brochure</a> about Portland's open air reservoirs. About those health and cleanliness concerns? Not to worry. According to this, they clean them <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">twice a year</span></span>.David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-68667999814441751672011-02-25T20:30:00.000-08:002011-03-05T22:58:19.241-08:00Walk 34: South Portland (6 miles)This walk started at the YMCA at Duniway Park. I’ve always wondered why people prefer to walk inside a building instead of outside it. Well, it was freezing (right around 32 degrees), but the air was fresh and the sun was out.<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_XkRWhvKWVbKhd2XfwTlVKN0S_MpLhVSOkh5tcsCArxJCV7NxnRA6mQoaQNWtl32pjVxDRg6DCvUkrq8HZrzPAvGZDvfEOm37_xsbcp5XFv__xvHPJhS_lv8PMmkKjbDIh8GfJn6H-UM/s1600/01+track+toward+Duniway+YMCA.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_XkRWhvKWVbKhd2XfwTlVKN0S_MpLhVSOkh5tcsCArxJCV7NxnRA6mQoaQNWtl32pjVxDRg6DCvUkrq8HZrzPAvGZDvfEOm37_xsbcp5XFv__xvHPJhS_lv8PMmkKjbDIh8GfJn6H-UM/s320/01+track+toward+Duniway+YMCA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580749250521469218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBX8iX5OUzaenKEXFG94cR1ixEnyh8QcN97vA75zGTcZ9vCOUBhL8Gc3wSozY950CkaP63Qt6uuvHJD8L7F9gI6p7mOII905gXRny1JFx-BBiEWcQzy-pVYiWVbzd17L2qOVlvxOGhuIqD/s1600/02+Duniway+TMCA.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBX8iX5OUzaenKEXFG94cR1ixEnyh8QcN97vA75zGTcZ9vCOUBhL8Gc3wSozY950CkaP63Qt6uuvHJD8L7F9gI6p7mOII905gXRny1JFx-BBiEWcQzy-pVYiWVbzd17L2qOVlvxOGhuIqD/s320/02+Duniway+TMCA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580749103903681602" /></a><br><br />From there I headed up a little path to Terwilliger, walking uphill for a ways, where I caught my first glimpse of the OHSU tram.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmG5zmGYj1uC6-8HOBFEPfRS10TpNAauNxmU8QdbO4VwD6_7Z3meyIbQDq7vuru2J3hCiDBe-72Wtaab2aNWL-3y35-LJyljSPe2TeOleyMl2LtJIw2CP9CUZcDDPtPlUJB-sS7XikgcI/s1600/03+OHSU+tram+station.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmG5zmGYj1uC6-8HOBFEPfRS10TpNAauNxmU8QdbO4VwD6_7Z3meyIbQDq7vuru2J3hCiDBe-72Wtaab2aNWL-3y35-LJyljSPe2TeOleyMl2LtJIw2CP9CUZcDDPtPlUJB-sS7XikgcI/s320/03+OHSU+tram+station.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580749102714325282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGOmHjCVrNXZvIvSljaQZ8sHOLmTIBOXTXPo7iHGvVZH5w0YqCkkJCIIvEW03amMJy5wgptKLs-wJ2IHjWYHtgtf5TqkJJ6jc2ABW14CTWeROn4er89yxqwLLo3m9ZXqOHDGuT-Z1DyBt/s1600/04+tram+overhead+1.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGOmHjCVrNXZvIvSljaQZ8sHOLmTIBOXTXPo7iHGvVZH5w0YqCkkJCIIvEW03amMJy5wgptKLs-wJ2IHjWYHtgtf5TqkJJ6jc2ABW14CTWeROn4er89yxqwLLo3m9ZXqOHDGuT-Z1DyBt/s320/04+tram+overhead+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580749472536963618" /></a><br><br />From Terwilliger I headed down a little path toward Barbur. At first I thought I had made a wrong turn, until I came to a sign informing me that I was not on a dead end, and inviting me to rest on a "cob bench" made of earth, sand, straw and sand. Charming!<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMhlez91KBJmgOlUDPjy_s0WO9A9WAZYjKRAswCLYqjliH2EQT_4LXOgNC2-jVflyjeK7-SawxNfVElBiVQEVk2fwzoP9KyApnyzhfoMqQQdvFLu28zCN6fOMy7ug3BQ4oSMJCj5Ka6Ll/s1600/05+little+brick+path.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMhlez91KBJmgOlUDPjy_s0WO9A9WAZYjKRAswCLYqjliH2EQT_4LXOgNC2-jVflyjeK7-SawxNfVElBiVQEVk2fwzoP9KyApnyzhfoMqQQdvFLu28zCN6fOMy7ug3BQ4oSMJCj5Ka6Ll/s320/05+little+brick+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580749098332778674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJiuUwG69_djTSW9rgbEf-nrJ_4LC5TYr0P2hHPzVFkvkXUzzQ11EA36vIrpcHNL_J-Mgo45cRQ2NPbnkZtdkLIJC7mizB9JB4V1dTHl6tdS5FAxdrVeLNLMUgYvf5upkXU1RtcOLDNi8/s1600/06+cob+bench.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJiuUwG69_djTSW9rgbEf-nrJ_4LC5TYr0P2hHPzVFkvkXUzzQ11EA36vIrpcHNL_J-Mgo45cRQ2NPbnkZtdkLIJC7mizB9JB4V1dTHl6tdS5FAxdrVeLNLMUgYvf5upkXU1RtcOLDNi8/s320/06+cob+bench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580749092863391538" /></a><br><br>Down the hill, I passed through the first of two tunnels; this one under Barbur Boulevard. I dubbed this one "Graffiti Row." At least it was well lit:<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIayEZx1CX3mDwQaD09N9qU0s9FddNSgE87RgzVgpOaDpIZ0ZL_MxlB0P5YLAteacAkk9k6e9IJ90mquOBIS6SaxcOV2YS2719E_GBOXovc9k9FaTbWZW9t1vEVWUDN5NuJ5WZ_kIMZCB/s1600/07+tunnel+under+barbur.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIayEZx1CX3mDwQaD09N9qU0s9FddNSgE87RgzVgpOaDpIZ0ZL_MxlB0P5YLAteacAkk9k6e9IJ90mquOBIS6SaxcOV2YS2719E_GBOXovc9k9FaTbWZW9t1vEVWUDN5NuJ5WZ_kIMZCB/s320/07+tunnel+under+barbur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580749092133134962" /></a><br><br>I soon passed under the tram lines for a second time, further freezing my fingers in the icy wind as I held the iPhone upwards. Any price for photojournalism, eh?<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqChi6Fjj0VDTNXhEF6xYl0yZU5KIZ9XbHGWczpQ1gHE5NWIigxhBWrRYluq0KUHEfq_B2KqwNWQxsB9bKiCJR-s8iYKEA2VudqeClhA1CjqiNm0kUblvXKFkB14f0LFl1mfNGR_CgLFnC/s1600/08+tram2.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqChi6Fjj0VDTNXhEF6xYl0yZU5KIZ9XbHGWczpQ1gHE5NWIigxhBWrRYluq0KUHEfq_B2KqwNWQxsB9bKiCJR-s8iYKEA2VudqeClhA1CjqiNm0kUblvXKFkB14f0LFl1mfNGR_CgLFnC/s320/08+tram2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580748969201957378" /></a><br><br />Then a long walk down Corbett Avenue toward Boundary, passing this "view property" for sale. Imagine having an office with this view toward Mt. Hood! A guy can dream...<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmf9lXjee5IQlcYV1aTG0xfE0AOloxab8xuLbUzAFltux57wB6Qh_Sev8JRewqXHbQJ_6NAHzhSI5aPF-Cwn8nvQm7O-XNCj1lPQmkaYVQblVUXDA19XseIYnhYtIpB4hSPCZzCs_3eoUZ/s1600/09+mt+hood+view+property.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmf9lXjee5IQlcYV1aTG0xfE0AOloxab8xuLbUzAFltux57wB6Qh_Sev8JRewqXHbQJ_6NAHzhSI5aPF-Cwn8nvQm7O-XNCj1lPQmkaYVQblVUXDA19XseIYnhYtIpB4hSPCZzCs_3eoUZ/s320/09+mt+hood+view+property.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580748964162680146" /></a><br /><br />Arriving at John’s Landing, I stepped inside to warm up my numb fingers. I hadn’t been in that complex for quite a few years, and was disappointed to find that instead of cool retail shops (really could’ve used a warm cup of coffee), it’s now filled mostly with office suites, and an air of formality. There was this nifty sculpture on the wall though, made of big, heavy nails. Must weigh a ton...<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdE_coq28bCKdB_9Wm7E2ySfvmz-Ya-Bb0TNOQV6BTE3C2XzsK8nB5Q7qxnz7har8pRRDVSGPrIUocHkoC01MynL1Mcxjw3hMYE8ITP5nX54kumTeayKF63v2EJVqDumhKhVJ-lMZ4qu-/s1600/11+john%2527s+landing+art.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdE_coq28bCKdB_9Wm7E2ySfvmz-Ya-Bb0TNOQV6BTE3C2XzsK8nB5Q7qxnz7har8pRRDVSGPrIUocHkoC01MynL1Mcxjw3hMYE8ITP5nX54kumTeayKF63v2EJVqDumhKhVJ-lMZ4qu-/s320/11+john%2527s+landing+art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580748961391550754" /></a><br><br />Sufficiently warmed, I crossed Macadam toward the Willamette River and a path which led to Cottonwood Bay, so named for a collection of protected trees. A surprising find: A little "beach." Quite scenic, and well hidden from the city traffic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujhRbeYiIrq8qUW2ltVvDUIOlSv1KSRR9nKe3n8gSK_8SGdRnnrAE_T4JgN7ru2-_bh48vvOQpikDBS_6y3fHY6Z0VuH1x3RfME8puE9Ec-iRCJzthQtGg-SgoaMLQ3cAoxzrzqTQbKmC/s1600/12+cottonwood+bay+beach.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujhRbeYiIrq8qUW2ltVvDUIOlSv1KSRR9nKe3n8gSK_8SGdRnnrAE_T4JgN7ru2-_bh48vvOQpikDBS_6y3fHY6Z0VuH1x3RfME8puE9Ec-iRCJzthQtGg-SgoaMLQ3cAoxzrzqTQbKmC/s320/12+cottonwood+bay+beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580748962008813234" /></a><br /><br />I then headed up to Moody Avenue, where I passed the longest parking meter I've ever seen.<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIdXDdstVepmj3QeSCnOQJKbJgFOaYdKill1PvjR8h6oGSkuAgenkO3CiNCruTkvZbuWgKsx5JI5i9-tGbP2M0KB4jlfEP5GVJUNxzY99x-xG1U0uv_nWogdQHP2wWaSevrIgyKAe9dQ_/s1600/13+Eleven+%252811%2529+hour+parking.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIdXDdstVepmj3QeSCnOQJKbJgFOaYdKill1PvjR8h6oGSkuAgenkO3CiNCruTkvZbuWgKsx5JI5i9-tGbP2M0KB4jlfEP5GVJUNxzY99x-xG1U0uv_nWogdQHP2wWaSevrIgyKAe9dQ_/s320/13+Eleven+%252811%2529+hour+parking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580748830050674658" /></a><br /><br />Continuing on Moody, I again spotted a tram, now heading toward "home."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEFcsuLUv5Hnw4p-R6DPbyqTJAsUlG6zflmukns1YWr59p-Ph_wV_d8g5n7kj6kMYBTbGjkhIhfS2KK3VHIdd7C0bVVxl8AtLqqSLMjj2TexSegSQyR0oHV5_C857Tao6Ugs-sOZ17OD9/s1600/14+tram3.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEFcsuLUv5Hnw4p-R6DPbyqTJAsUlG6zflmukns1YWr59p-Ph_wV_d8g5n7kj6kMYBTbGjkhIhfS2KK3VHIdd7C0bVVxl8AtLqqSLMjj2TexSegSQyR0oHV5_C857Tao6Ugs-sOZ17OD9/s320/14+tram3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580748827340934738" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1d0MhEu7XgrtqHpzUEHGpyDE8H6-CCvB_hQ6qBu6evx7BboaLLTyxv_S6dmkKBvJiCGw4B66W3mbqtWFLM7_n4TlQmlNCA1roo3nI0t8UIpHFzdWL5f9XWoBqGn9c_rmNI9FTCa929UZh/s1600/15+Moody+Ave+tram+station.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1d0MhEu7XgrtqHpzUEHGpyDE8H6-CCvB_hQ6qBu6evx7BboaLLTyxv_S6dmkKBvJiCGw4B66W3mbqtWFLM7_n4TlQmlNCA1roo3nI0t8UIpHFzdWL5f9XWoBqGn9c_rmNI9FTCa929UZh/s320/15+Moody+Ave+tram+station.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580854276893576002" /></a><br /><br />Turning up Sheridan toward Naito, there was one more tunnel to pass through, this one much more imposing due to the dark shadows. I braced myself and marched in.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPuC3A1BVSVILdQGWALl0H27I8fNG_37SykSzHANJ_tgMV_GmvgRtJ13G_LFVhBFxZ55mpo36C5imRN8cMTuXu89-_f3e2tRCXK4HSWUWKneFPD_fs-vfUkdu2M67qpbD_LAMriMo6zLd/s1600/16+spooky+tunnel.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPuC3A1BVSVILdQGWALl0H27I8fNG_37SykSzHANJ_tgMV_GmvgRtJ13G_LFVhBFxZ55mpo36C5imRN8cMTuXu89-_f3e2tRCXK4HSWUWKneFPD_fs-vfUkdu2M67qpbD_LAMriMo6zLd/s320/16+spooky+tunnel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580748820003413378" /></a><br /><br />A bit anticlimactically, I popped quickly out the other side into the light, unscathed.<br /><br />Finally, one last crossing of Barbur, this time over a pedestrian bridge heading uphill, with a view of OHSU off in the distance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfKN3SeaMCjtdfTJeKO6lczvgV8MQxlaDlnnZBDM21bhy5UmFTG9kr-Ykdd4tbKbg5v5FCzjd4Ey2XnRqnDdf-snRQni2L_L6IhEFNAXZ4l-WWsCXm-JLNrnn6TlUhqBrSWMqny6cQYEJ/s1600/17+ped+bridge+over+barbur.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfKN3SeaMCjtdfTJeKO6lczvgV8MQxlaDlnnZBDM21bhy5UmFTG9kr-Ykdd4tbKbg5v5FCzjd4Ey2XnRqnDdf-snRQni2L_L6IhEFNAXZ4l-WWsCXm-JLNrnn6TlUhqBrSWMqny6cQYEJ/s320/17+ped+bridge+over+barbur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580748819560150386" /></a><br /><br />This walk was long and very hilly - a good workout with great scenery, in spite of the temperature. In a word: <span style="font-weight:bold;">Tramtastic</span>!<br /><br /><br /><object width="640" height="510"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmhbvMwgMYA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmhbvMwgMYA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="510"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-40305930614630386292011-02-21T00:29:00.000-08:002011-02-25T22:51:50.089-08:00Walk 33: Irvington Neighborhood (3 miles)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWNVgVYLhi9JvftqaLEOk7Y1VW6NGWxRsnvtLV3I7gU0uAmeLOu10-KhYDEgaGSzn42RQuWGQYuHjIwiH0s9mhclIHAsaCVzJt037txzxHq5zVyWPUG6GSxZ4dw6CBFRgWZttaXAtU2M_/s1600/13+Irvington+Google+map.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWNVgVYLhi9JvftqaLEOk7Y1VW6NGWxRsnvtLV3I7gU0uAmeLOu10-KhYDEgaGSzn42RQuWGQYuHjIwiH0s9mhclIHAsaCVzJt037txzxHq5zVyWPUG6GSxZ4dw6CBFRgWZttaXAtU2M_/s320/13+Irvington+Google+map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576390930674491218" /></a>There’s something in the water in Portland’s Irvington neighborhood. People working in their gardens waved hello, some women doing a “workshop” were laughing outdoors, and even a toothless guy with a shopping cart was smiling as I walked past. I’d driven by on Weidler or Broadway hundreds of times but never spent any time in this neighborhood. Never had a reason to go until I picked up the <i>Walk There</i> book.<br /><br /><br /><br />This place is architect-lover's paradise. Every house is different in some way, whether by structural design or decoration, and the area has several historic buildings to admire and/or stay in as well.<br /><br />First up was the Gustav Freiwald House, built in 1906 in Queen Anne style, now a bed & breakfast. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gvfiJIoDrDGD27Ld0v7SHVAkioMJ0pU8eOgGIBjYawbUQp1RD1bP7YVX98WW1FmwDEA7qpmke5vBsnBcDLmUAGxnxFcFMPZ7T0ICPb-jp29AuXmMLhEsJZO-frgRmA4V93eQQl975fEM/s1600/1+Gustav+Freiwald+House%252C+1906.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gvfiJIoDrDGD27Ld0v7SHVAkioMJ0pU8eOgGIBjYawbUQp1RD1bP7YVX98WW1FmwDEA7qpmke5vBsnBcDLmUAGxnxFcFMPZ7T0ICPb-jp29AuXmMLhEsJZO-frgRmA4V93eQQl975fEM/s320/1+Gustav+Freiwald+House%252C+1906.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056738462504690" /></a><br /><br />Then came a much less visually interesting early Prairie style home, but this had a porch which reminded me of my grandparents' house in Phoenix, Oregon, with it's enclosed porch around the side.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4_EMMVSxWginfMz9gAsA1EB5uFlpnD7MAMvLbrUFpYFqwP7WOtdh152b-HYuNCOOWGYVDC15RKU589DC-r_DH1NInrRsWh_9IAosQCblmB5jaIben5iiCN2foA5FZhgk422VfkGOUSwu/s1600/2+Prairie+style+home%252C+1909.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4_EMMVSxWginfMz9gAsA1EB5uFlpnD7MAMvLbrUFpYFqwP7WOtdh152b-HYuNCOOWGYVDC15RKU589DC-r_DH1NInrRsWh_9IAosQCblmB5jaIben5iiCN2foA5FZhgk422VfkGOUSwu/s320/2+Prairie+style+home%252C+1909.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056682816645634" /></a><br /><br />And what's a Portland neighborhood without some huge Roman columns, massive stonework or an open garage under the house?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqphMtEIv-bsGp6yF2g5u1EJvB33Lz4keWw58ezG_TSkTn-xBBAa6of8yH98Vb8hMgiVB79LSEbm8cUdKKZHMoCTt-e2SiwO2PAP5F9l2ayVE5LaSQtUKN01DxWZYXTLbkzTYT_mYQIOV/s1600/3+Column+house.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqphMtEIv-bsGp6yF2g5u1EJvB33Lz4keWw58ezG_TSkTn-xBBAa6of8yH98Vb8hMgiVB79LSEbm8cUdKKZHMoCTt-e2SiwO2PAP5F9l2ayVE5LaSQtUKN01DxWZYXTLbkzTYT_mYQIOV/s320/3+Column+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056676345642562" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5njDQpI3bcpAVHgYzvRsbNJwQN-Femk5hn9mQMWR5rgPwbgFc7t6CpVzfAyXU__KMH6tYYzahXMxVja4tBmfFqZ0mSCgUjB5mP6e8mi7tdrshA0Ng0ds2C8FpyQRaxJ_mSwlXtQhIg2W/s1600/7+House+with+stonework+in+front.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5njDQpI3bcpAVHgYzvRsbNJwQN-Femk5hn9mQMWR5rgPwbgFc7t6CpVzfAyXU__KMH6tYYzahXMxVja4tBmfFqZ0mSCgUjB5mP6e8mi7tdrshA0Ng0ds2C8FpyQRaxJ_mSwlXtQhIg2W/s320/7+House+with+stonework+in+front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056670680656050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWf6ptinDyo0y9gFsHetYpe51_xmk_w5gSNPxaQOcFZ70IpBvvTy899NIdNO2MjAfM2RjNoM9avbnmnr0uHbHyIaQlowRvdHDmmXn5JUFrQHpL75uy7Jg3P_N9bRvyiGt_or2Ywj4h9C5c/s1600/8+House+with+open+garage+underneath.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWf6ptinDyo0y9gFsHetYpe51_xmk_w5gSNPxaQOcFZ70IpBvvTy899NIdNO2MjAfM2RjNoM9avbnmnr0uHbHyIaQlowRvdHDmmXn5JUFrQHpL75uy7Jg3P_N9bRvyiGt_or2Ywj4h9C5c/s320/8+House+with+open+garage+underneath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056455692889570" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDJHQrJnPObi9q4DilbM2c90GtYXsYph-J7jSoIQfEnJ4bvBbP8YjsMK-U4HFG0sLJ_mo0HF61MBDSsS3-ji3G8LgYev-YfRO28a3YdMx7-H5i2xpF51HxEQJBEoleHPf5HMpyPltDgh-/s1600/10+Lytle+Mansion%252C+1911.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDJHQrJnPObi9q4DilbM2c90GtYXsYph-J7jSoIQfEnJ4bvBbP8YjsMK-U4HFG0sLJ_mo0HF61MBDSsS3-ji3G8LgYev-YfRO28a3YdMx7-H5i2xpF51HxEQJBEoleHPf5HMpyPltDgh-/s320/10+Lytle+Mansion%252C+1911.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056445689925762" /></a><br /><br />Probably the "jewel" of the area though (actually bordering on the Grant Park neighborhood) was this English cottage style house with rounded eaves that simulated thatched roofing and a unique spider web window. The exterior was spotless:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEier-897RdBYySYIplGdG9y6B7liHxs5eAzjwEN0dpeJCOwUQoQrFTN13faws4uai3x4g2mp6wMAUIzTtpFW1ZCwQTftn-_aRYPDfPzhc3-W2ocLsRixRKeG03fLkp9ybZjwk6zxHPNvg7N/s1600/9+English+cottage+with+spider+web+window.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEier-897RdBYySYIplGdG9y6B7liHxs5eAzjwEN0dpeJCOwUQoQrFTN13faws4uai3x4g2mp6wMAUIzTtpFW1ZCwQTftn-_aRYPDfPzhc3-W2ocLsRixRKeG03fLkp9ybZjwk6zxHPNvg7N/s320/9+English+cottage+with+spider+web+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056452306888578" /></a><br /><br />But amid this impressive architecture was some of the quirkiness that reminded me I wasn't in Kansas anymore (not that I ever was).<br /><br />Like funky treehouses...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxZx6pUzvCQFS68Fecd4nKATXGoPJsVkfjuSJyBVOs6FBiP-64nOvIX9C7UOdxD8kjNcUedqDICInzMlapkct52-FoYtN8052pQSssIv6KKvxFEpINxuw8B8rJ7p3FOVIigg3KyfTVGec/s1600/5+Tree+house.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxZx6pUzvCQFS68Fecd4nKATXGoPJsVkfjuSJyBVOs6FBiP-64nOvIX9C7UOdxD8kjNcUedqDICInzMlapkct52-FoYtN8052pQSssIv6KKvxFEpINxuw8B8rJ7p3FOVIigg3KyfTVGec/s320/5+Tree+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056677700493410" /></a><br /><br />And windows decorated with Alfred E. Neuman, Elvis and various Barbies:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f_-fdH1x3n2E-w6Dwp-5FV1rNDIg8RmFYPdjJuIIvnOxtZ4GvN1nfqjPF_uoLJ4-38ielm4Ne3FpaIxbpna7qW1vyBfAxp1-PKn-MpZXuR9eC0qCCNBsxq7D9ExDu9PrqbIKzJcLt2zo/s1600/6+Dolls+in+window+%2528Alfred+E.+Neuman%252C+Elvis%252C+Barbies%2529.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f_-fdH1x3n2E-w6Dwp-5FV1rNDIg8RmFYPdjJuIIvnOxtZ4GvN1nfqjPF_uoLJ4-38ielm4Ne3FpaIxbpna7qW1vyBfAxp1-PKn-MpZXuR9eC0qCCNBsxq7D9ExDu9PrqbIKzJcLt2zo/s320/6+Dolls+in+window+%2528Alfred+E.+Neuman%252C+Elvis%252C+Barbies%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056674967178066" /></a><br /><br />Two final stops as I made my way back down Broadway:<br /><br />1) The Helen Bernhard Bakery, which had the <i>best</i> mini cannoli, but no coffee. ("Oh no, it's much too late in the day for that!" It was 1:30 PM)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0OgpMZ_nDOxVnpN06fmMQkVLQpPPR0ubThgo10v_XJ1BlOS9kwBMiLm0rzzafsVCNamy7KMJFWl_CorGCrhc0JqJRdHpJ32KttcPE7mJg8Jy3ODXbSv0HulB45_dAdswbrXw2CsHZMyPK/s1600/11+Helen+Bernhard+Bakery.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0OgpMZ_nDOxVnpN06fmMQkVLQpPPR0ubThgo10v_XJ1BlOS9kwBMiLm0rzzafsVCNamy7KMJFWl_CorGCrhc0JqJRdHpJ32KttcPE7mJg8Jy3ODXbSv0HulB45_dAdswbrXw2CsHZMyPK/s320/11+Helen+Bernhard+Bakery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056443232877698" /></a><br /><br />2) Broadway Books. I took this photo of the New Books section. Guess which autobiography I'm more interested in reading, Judi Dench or Keith Richards?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtnUj4963rv8DZlfZScceHrYjiQBrgnvy8asLPICtvDuv2Knz4qe8MQDMbdXKRoKFCxKnLYLhafrGundsMEnQO9ZttuHjACNypcXQU1NIbgGP6nqzZqgDDt9M-5zNvYmFFp_f3ErFYQpFE/s1600/12+Dench+vs+Richards.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtnUj4963rv8DZlfZScceHrYjiQBrgnvy8asLPICtvDuv2Knz4qe8MQDMbdXKRoKFCxKnLYLhafrGundsMEnQO9ZttuHjACNypcXQU1NIbgGP6nqzZqgDDt9M-5zNvYmFFp_f3ErFYQpFE/s320/12+Dench+vs+Richards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576056437520627650" /></a><br /><br />A very nice city walk. Looks like a great place to live: Lots of cool stuff within walking distance, surprisingly quiet streets, and friendly for bike and pedestrian traffic. And about those ladies and their workshop? Like I said, there's something in the water...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQnbceAyZ8g?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQnbceAyZ8g?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed></object>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-46139628494797529412011-02-18T21:23:00.000-08:002011-02-18T23:38:05.363-08:00Walk 32: Sellwood and Oaks Bottom (5 miles)“Heheh, he said bottom.”<br /><br />No, not that kind of bottom. According to Wikipedia, this kind of bottom refers to the lowest point of a geographic feature, in this case the Oaks area at Sellwood. And what a spectacular natural area it is, with 140 acres of wetlands and hundreds of species of birds to watch for. If only I were a knowledgeable bird watcher!<br /><br />This walk started at the Sellwood Library and headed past the Looking Glass bookstore, which is an actual caboose on out-of-use railroad tracks, now attached to a building:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3eKuuFig_uSXPCUWRvr2uCdB_YTYbaxH4EU4XHXm1E5lqr2p80PHm0GSXLfHOu6yoGoLLxT3DMmNkTe4YyKbRZcNLjuVzhlhqcon2TEmI311UAUf5SqyRQ7NdexIGIZWwAHZgOIGFlqg/s1600/2+Looking+Glass+books+caboose+building.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3eKuuFig_uSXPCUWRvr2uCdB_YTYbaxH4EU4XHXm1E5lqr2p80PHm0GSXLfHOu6yoGoLLxT3DMmNkTe4YyKbRZcNLjuVzhlhqcon2TEmI311UAUf5SqyRQ7NdexIGIZWwAHZgOIGFlqg/s320/2+Looking+Glass+books+caboose+building.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575267448239267522" /></a><br /><br />I proceeded toward the Sellwood Bridge and just before crossing it, turned onto the Springwater Trail, a paved bike/pedestrian path which goes between Oaks Park and the Bottom. The sign says “Where the fun never ends!” but that’s only if you count the indoor roller skating in the winter. The rides are silent right now. But at least I got some nice picture taking without the summer crowds.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBc4XKkewMOGCI71KhSTA0Z9HlTpuoSSyUNPpWHi5uq7gjtC69hQ_FP_Dhfr76tRNDo7Wh_wxiFwczPTS6JpQqGH1-2R2fPpmTO9Dpj5LxH2AZntWvbAat472-Cdu1v5xOosvlmWW2W_nb/s1600/3+Oaks+Park+sign.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBc4XKkewMOGCI71KhSTA0Z9HlTpuoSSyUNPpWHi5uq7gjtC69hQ_FP_Dhfr76tRNDo7Wh_wxiFwczPTS6JpQqGH1-2R2fPpmTO9Dpj5LxH2AZntWvbAat472-Cdu1v5xOosvlmWW2W_nb/s320/3+Oaks+Park+sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575267444332094162" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bG_aTMeLH2GxB8aCWX64uYAsLmqrrWxGRWqKXgVz0zWNAH1t1yySJiZ0ixsdai033HKHzq-GZg5ZHcd_GgYR-MmlY76LCvUU2-479e8PacDWSocnhijRe15wR9_fLQQMlJOD-fTbj9Vd/s1600/4+Kids+train+at+Oaks+Park.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bG_aTMeLH2GxB8aCWX64uYAsLmqrrWxGRWqKXgVz0zWNAH1t1yySJiZ0ixsdai033HKHzq-GZg5ZHcd_GgYR-MmlY76LCvUU2-479e8PacDWSocnhijRe15wR9_fLQQMlJOD-fTbj9Vd/s320/4+Kids+train+at+Oaks+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575267443082821666" /></a><br /> <br />Nice to see my favorite ride, the Rock-O-Plane, is still there:<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-GomgZmJSFCyZelREH_s_YkfZdemtM1HZ-J4ZJdysYFc_Lzs_MIZMx0mvKdc2WCm2si1M9CgH6PGSiABw4usd-1xwNv7miQv33_T7rwukX9n7yxKpHy72m-GAIiKXz_vkvLrGBqIlgAQ/s1600/5+Rock-O-Plane+at+Oaks+Park.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-GomgZmJSFCyZelREH_s_YkfZdemtM1HZ-J4ZJdysYFc_Lzs_MIZMx0mvKdc2WCm2si1M9CgH6PGSiABw4usd-1xwNv7miQv33_T7rwukX9n7yxKpHy72m-GAIiKXz_vkvLrGBqIlgAQ/s320/5+Rock-O-Plane+at+Oaks+Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575267439875671554" /></a><br /><br />The book recommended walking almost the entire length of the Bottom along the Springwater Trail, but I turned off into the Oaks Bottom Wildlife Refuge, where a rocky little path winds around the back of the large pond:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rnqF7gc3eVscF-_GptKcYugwJuktRNFrz_qaWPwxZOzT5oLRmIT4fW2oLSJJxjUwkr046aUG2uVTYIGOI2RtDvDDwuM0__izfepP4yDGTX-MHSKuQlx5dIySVmToAjfRj3dRXjZor-Sz/s1600/11+Map+of+Oaks+Bottom+Wildlife+Refuge.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rnqF7gc3eVscF-_GptKcYugwJuktRNFrz_qaWPwxZOzT5oLRmIT4fW2oLSJJxjUwkr046aUG2uVTYIGOI2RtDvDDwuM0__izfepP4yDGTX-MHSKuQlx5dIySVmToAjfRj3dRXjZor-Sz/s320/11+Map+of+Oaks+Bottom+Wildlife+Refuge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575268162530089330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXve8f_zYaPAsPHHBAyfm9LsozZCPHq0AS0Cx4HhyxLqmYna5ggSVa5H6tRhUTDKBJ93TEtQlLB93STTGukLP0CCGWsAJAh9nke9Zc3yp4qRe_2NDxt7ftCqspPPDJ2yrzwO2U7GsUMrxu/s1600/6+Tree+across+Oaks+Bottom+path.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXve8f_zYaPAsPHHBAyfm9LsozZCPHq0AS0Cx4HhyxLqmYna5ggSVa5H6tRhUTDKBJ93TEtQlLB93STTGukLP0CCGWsAJAh9nke9Zc3yp4qRe_2NDxt7ftCqspPPDJ2yrzwO2U7GsUMrxu/s320/6+Tree+across+Oaks+Bottom+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575268156886710434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_e9NVdk6FWKleI2Srvz0dur24Dt5pPYivG-CpZGpxcVpXPVDl8GTO2pze-E3XbxSVHP9ne8FvysgwGBmT8rMs3jlDgFMfvQt-q0wVuSpCROEn_JtEksIWZdXTLNt_5iI0iFISlaRD9E4v/s1600/7+Oaks+Bottom+close+up.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_e9NVdk6FWKleI2Srvz0dur24Dt5pPYivG-CpZGpxcVpXPVDl8GTO2pze-E3XbxSVHP9ne8FvysgwGBmT8rMs3jlDgFMfvQt-q0wVuSpCROEn_JtEksIWZdXTLNt_5iI0iFISlaRD9E4v/s320/7+Oaks+Bottom+close+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575268157617890034" /></a><br /> <br />Along the way I saw two nicely and impressively painted buildings from the back. Definitely helps maintain the "natural" ambience:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jYxIwVTZh4S1akqgMwJ9DLjSEMFsMt-SSgBs19BKIWyz_8pnL5wfzumHyinTEe2tI4kyWHy30w8W6P3iG3ysV0snermCTUYVn2LDQgMJTG4wGJ8D_YvBosqNuqRK4giQf4aR2-86SEyB/s1600/8+Ducks+painted+on+back+of+funeral+home.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jYxIwVTZh4S1akqgMwJ9DLjSEMFsMt-SSgBs19BKIWyz_8pnL5wfzumHyinTEe2tI4kyWHy30w8W6P3iG3ysV0snermCTUYVn2LDQgMJTG4wGJ8D_YvBosqNuqRK4giQf4aR2-86SEyB/s320/8+Ducks+painted+on+back+of+funeral+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575268150559473058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqe3UScCwcYA4eGWCxNwiaaCvdOD3yrc4z5AOcY1SS_ALMEoHiScU5pT_CM8mVFR7LRD1YNtV02rkUfcKuA-WGMPqKwLha2TOWsk0J1aSLys_4042c8f-GdLZImlsq33J3QCoTIYOgT2hR/s1600/9+Trees+painted+on+back+of+building.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqe3UScCwcYA4eGWCxNwiaaCvdOD3yrc4z5AOcY1SS_ALMEoHiScU5pT_CM8mVFR7LRD1YNtV02rkUfcKuA-WGMPqKwLha2TOWsk0J1aSLys_4042c8f-GdLZImlsq33J3QCoTIYOgT2hR/s320/9+Trees+painted+on+back+of+building.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575268148612998050" /></a><br /> <br />Words cannot express how cool all this marshy wetland looks and feels to walk past and through. Just beautiful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhND3Sij-QzmMRlUKcFLpqqIX698OrQSv1IZLU4319D_b92cBEc7vz9iZdMqkoO8s1CHlnj_4fCcdmpQzNRGP0liY2sDrZ1sEMhSW_QlDvp9XzSxXCE02r3TmvZ1xnR_gb2CwOzZC53hyphenhyphenvw/s1600/10+Marshy+spot+at+Oaks.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhND3Sij-QzmMRlUKcFLpqqIX698OrQSv1IZLU4319D_b92cBEc7vz9iZdMqkoO8s1CHlnj_4fCcdmpQzNRGP0liY2sDrZ1sEMhSW_QlDvp9XzSxXCE02r3TmvZ1xnR_gb2CwOzZC53hyphenhyphenvw/s320/10+Marshy+spot+at+Oaks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575269055119549282" /></a><br /><br />As I came out of the Refuge, I headed up toward Milwaukie Avenue, and passed Keana’s Candyland, a gluten-free bakery and candy store, delightfully decorated inside and packed with goodies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqr9i3l5DcUbUaGWZ2P1b7xKtQD_yy17ahduB_6uf44NtFT4-F1Rw0VLs_wTGBSAXJyGjds3U_pJXiaDCE8HSgCzol3zGgwvGZTMUkdl3_Ch1zLs03yjMU1bMRRJHZnHfltPaW3o7oFfr/s1600/12+Keana%2527s+Candyland.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqr9i3l5DcUbUaGWZ2P1b7xKtQD_yy17ahduB_6uf44NtFT4-F1Rw0VLs_wTGBSAXJyGjds3U_pJXiaDCE8HSgCzol3zGgwvGZTMUkdl3_Ch1zLs03yjMU1bMRRJHZnHfltPaW3o7oFfr/s320/12+Keana%2527s+Candyland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575269047913224226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3I6SFuPRY_7TcQHUD__f4UZVIIokP9vBiWDKzdbmKED4NbYUzeH8H9CHToD3agerae5x7hoHCxDDHHxuPAq1L19pGMhmbZNjfN3WKnvIpG9ViC1-JU3PYxTB79d2JIy_jgw7JOmsq9_V/s1600/13+Inside+Keana%2527s+Candyland.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3I6SFuPRY_7TcQHUD__f4UZVIIokP9vBiWDKzdbmKED4NbYUzeH8H9CHToD3agerae5x7hoHCxDDHHxuPAq1L19pGMhmbZNjfN3WKnvIpG9ViC1-JU3PYxTB79d2JIy_jgw7JOmsq9_V/s320/13+Inside+Keana%2527s+Candyland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575269044394046786" /></a><br /> <br />I enjoyed a gluten-free chocolate & coconut “cake” – very tasty! As I was leaving, the woman told me, "Tomorrow is our baked elephant ear extravaganza. We'll have all 64 flavors available." Sixty-four flavors of elephant ears? I can't quite get my head around that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7azUDrYwVRdaK1f8ZeLnaiJPd1LFuz_4adAbSI8qkyN6jC6GCuoOVNqpunF-gCLr_yRNWGyDwzelbSofWdvYAn8NfV5CNAxWIMv7KpP-FerYOuvXt2J_UYd2Qb8k3vrSS-6C1gYRmtsKU/s1600/14+Chocolate+coconut+gluten+free+cake.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7azUDrYwVRdaK1f8ZeLnaiJPd1LFuz_4adAbSI8qkyN6jC6GCuoOVNqpunF-gCLr_yRNWGyDwzelbSofWdvYAn8NfV5CNAxWIMv7KpP-FerYOuvXt2J_UYd2Qb8k3vrSS-6C1gYRmtsKU/s320/14+Chocolate+coconut+gluten+free+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575269038010469586" /></a><br /><br />As I headed along the bluff-top streets back toward my starting point, I caught a couple final wide-vista views of the Bottom that were fairly majestic. You can see Oaks Park off in the left background.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrWz_ipfp7S8CECvYmFpeH67EV3lFJEcPUl9JTEuJGKso17JpCJJu30UamkRsDwpDRE3Jx1W3zhRNzfBoYqadLpTrUklzecVfyQIqE7dL2R0g-ZHr5OvrMi2MZdDof7Ai3mUevQvo1cOQ/s1600/16+Oaks+Bottom+from+above.jpg" target= "blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrWz_ipfp7S8CECvYmFpeH67EV3lFJEcPUl9JTEuJGKso17JpCJJu30UamkRsDwpDRE3Jx1W3zhRNzfBoYqadLpTrUklzecVfyQIqE7dL2R0g-ZHr5OvrMi2MZdDof7Ai3mUevQvo1cOQ/s320/16+Oaks+Bottom+from+above.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575269033670830242" /></a><br /><br />This may be my favorite walk yet. A nice mixture of funky Portland city and beautiful natural areas. I can see why my sister was so excited to move to this area! I will definitely have to come back here and take a walk with her soon.David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-37056660639817812642011-02-12T22:30:00.001-08:002011-02-12T22:41:13.988-08:00Walk 31: Gresham Butte Saddle Trail (5 miles)Yet another path built around a lava dome (how many are there in this city?). I parked in a residential neighborhood and headed for a Dead End sign. As happens so many times on these walks, right when the road looks like it’s ending, a trail appears magically. This is one of my favorite sights:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77tOgBxOBtLnZTG9uONffPjthiCHxogSiy88Gk3f5w-95h4XqHjB6GKC5JAm4ajUwATGLanqr3KY9Cgw_E58ZeSK3aaf2V18_m95IXyMlvJHd43GoqGsLhlxfoqVZ-qbkEXV3hVSU0waH/s1600/Motor+vehicles+prohibited.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77tOgBxOBtLnZTG9uONffPjthiCHxogSiy88Gk3f5w-95h4XqHjB6GKC5JAm4ajUwATGLanqr3KY9Cgw_E58ZeSK3aaf2V18_m95IXyMlvJHd43GoqGsLhlxfoqVZ-qbkEXV3hVSU0waH/s320/Motor+vehicles+prohibited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573058144544951266" /></a><br /><br />The first mile-plus goes through the Gresham Butte Natural Area, which follows a logging road in very nice shape, with lots of trees for wind breaks:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOzh7bkkqRS5Mw3IlI1k8rr9np6rMrvuprpJ1HBSPiPFvTjf4v6a02wAzdZDRFicPxlBd1hBGTMnPLimJ_yV6ymjpvvxdfArZFPbwhRlyle3Gh3N-NROpIwjVAA4tX9wBez16vomckn73/s1600/Logging+road+path.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOzh7bkkqRS5Mw3IlI1k8rr9np6rMrvuprpJ1HBSPiPFvTjf4v6a02wAzdZDRFicPxlBd1hBGTMnPLimJ_yV6ymjpvvxdfArZFPbwhRlyle3Gh3N-NROpIwjVAA4tX9wBez16vomckn73/s320/Logging+road+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573058143323051826" /></a><br /><br />The path then leads to residential road, which then turns on to the Springwater Corridor Trail. Déjà vu hit at this point, as I remembered this trail from <a href="http://wheredavidwalked.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-17-springwater-corridor-trail-to.html" target="_blank">Walk 17</a>. About half of that (not too exciting) walk was repeated on this route. Oh well. At least the temperature was about 15 degrees warmer today, if it was still windy. What’s the deal, is Gresham the "Chicago of the Northwest?" I thought that distinction went to The Dalles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6q-hdryH39ntc4pfQ0uzKaw-C6op-wUZsLecHTuXotSMebasJiSnddqO_TVHwhaBJ9snsAf6tbhjvpOnuAGYVYV2OhMqCnlpbkwO4jLfW9hdi4_78dLc2O1TIDHJXEe3QX1aQuaVDsF3/s1600/Springwater+Corridor+Trail.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6q-hdryH39ntc4pfQ0uzKaw-C6op-wUZsLecHTuXotSMebasJiSnddqO_TVHwhaBJ9snsAf6tbhjvpOnuAGYVYV2OhMqCnlpbkwO4jLfW9hdi4_78dLc2O1TIDHJXEe3QX1aQuaVDsF3/s320/Springwater+Corridor+Trail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573058138351569810" /></a><br /><br />This Trail goes past several cemeteries, and this time I walked around one of them a bit, taking in the names and dates. The book points out that Miyo Iwakoshi, believed to be the first Japanese person to live in Oregon, is buried at the Gresham Cemetery. I didn’t see her burial site, but this historic place certainly filled me with a sense of reverence and reminded me (like I need it) of my fragile humanity. How in the heck can people vandalize places like this? Talk about bad karma.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TjjIPdn91rdqkZ61Ihsvrfk8VgEe09mtpgI6mBKKNFUlPR44a56MeVMA9Fh8UhaQcU26Tg1d2xcRn7kH06fQou7rnKyMwAvIvLgO7FxgPA4s60g_jZsX3KEKAla2sLgsI617CyKI0cWq/s1600/Gresham+Cemetery.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TjjIPdn91rdqkZ61Ihsvrfk8VgEe09mtpgI6mBKKNFUlPR44a56MeVMA9Fh8UhaQcU26Tg1d2xcRn7kH06fQou7rnKyMwAvIvLgO7FxgPA4s60g_jZsX3KEKAla2sLgsI617CyKI0cWq/s320/Gresham+Cemetery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573058139329642706" /></a><br /><br />I finished up by going to the start of <a href="http://wheredavidwalked.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-17-springwater-corridor-trail-to.html" target="_blank">Walk 17's</a> optional Route Two (since I was in the neighborhood), to check out the Historic Columbia Brick Works. Tall fences blocked most of the large buildings, I passed this very big, very impressive pile of bricks. Ever wonder where the bad bricks go? Now I know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTn1PgfQxJIKPXdfA1CrSJF3IrNFUYvo90znLy4XQjeAxKsR6dfd9z9uJ2B6Vp9ySmr2Z61Ro8mYvFDDcnD_5gc0MX1Z-y4AixeXybQ-p82zye1w7VSsupOvbynEFpt3wUo1nEQws8LBp_/s1600/Big+pile+of+bricks.jpg"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTn1PgfQxJIKPXdfA1CrSJF3IrNFUYvo90znLy4XQjeAxKsR6dfd9z9uJ2B6Vp9ySmr2Z61Ro8mYvFDDcnD_5gc0MX1Z-y4AixeXybQ-p82zye1w7VSsupOvbynEFpt3wUo1nEQws8LBp_/s320/Big+pile+of+bricks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573058135400955762" /></a>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-82168938100083080182011-02-11T16:47:00.000-08:002011-02-11T20:18:16.973-08:00Walk 30: Swan Island Beach (4.5 miles)Ah, another day at the beach, this time at the riverside walk along Swan "Island," which is actually a peninsula now due to dredging to smooth marine traffic.<br /><br />The walk started at the N. Prescott and Interstate MAX station and headed down the perfectly named Going Street (cuz I'm "going" there). After a mile or so, a trail branched off toward the river. Here a large metal sculpture welcomed me in. You can see the Fremont Bridge off in the distance.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUC25WvNZEpvEmIc3NVtAYbMUK74h807QAYnQ-NCHZoPHJkmhwf2iFddFJS3Ui1Khny_vOwBx5TWGRSehIofDRkAslhMQmr91qF18vp6SPBUWpozezZzt65wSbgonaQ6yeKozi0mUbNFgp/s1600/3.JPG" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUC25WvNZEpvEmIc3NVtAYbMUK74h807QAYnQ-NCHZoPHJkmhwf2iFddFJS3Ui1Khny_vOwBx5TWGRSehIofDRkAslhMQmr91qF18vp6SPBUWpozezZzt65wSbgonaQ6yeKozi0mUbNFgp/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572605398021164082" /></a><br /><br /><br />I walked down to the "beach" (just like in Vancouver) and enjoyed the sand and driftwood. There were clear signs of human activity. I wondered how long this had been here, and if it were a representation of something?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKms8BNAN5F6fy7MHQwap1LuJVwnRMPmRwPhgX_oCDfjx0stl8dmd_VtsEgLV9PbYvZR9MzJRgJbs4BOFjsaUB3xqDbqqme0zp1C6Se-u6fW9rGuwxCdWA7pytj82lXE9dy7-iaU110pK_/s1600/1.JPG" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKms8BNAN5F6fy7MHQwap1LuJVwnRMPmRwPhgX_oCDfjx0stl8dmd_VtsEgLV9PbYvZR9MzJRgJbs4BOFjsaUB3xqDbqqme0zp1C6Se-u6fW9rGuwxCdWA7pytj82lXE9dy7-iaU110pK_/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572601021328958322" /></a><br /><br />After trudging along in the soft sand for a while, I trotted up a stone staircase to a paved riverside path, which led eventually to these train tracks as I began to loop back to the starting point.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XsmMPv8NVnA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />As I headed back up Going Street (now "going" back), I spotted this 77 step staircase to Greeley Avenue, jogged up (puff puff) and back down the other side.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmGh7tmZ6xiqJShREFyPGWZpFICxxcFQ2P1H6IbcQUhQeKcuyH8TkuGix8oqvv0tVWOyZ06X8aIs0js0mojm9IWbgrCI0tUBOcdUkUoIIqhk5lO2K65HlvgKEgT6rWNA-szXPJLrajebU/s1600/2.JPG"target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmGh7tmZ6xiqJShREFyPGWZpFICxxcFQ2P1H6IbcQUhQeKcuyH8TkuGix8oqvv0tVWOyZ06X8aIs0js0mojm9IWbgrCI0tUBOcdUkUoIIqhk5lO2K65HlvgKEgT6rWNA-szXPJLrajebU/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572602054373147714" /></a><br /><br />Not a bad walk. Though it was chilly and cloudy, it was nice to make a short trip to the beach without spending two hours on the highway. Though I wouldn't exactly call it a "fitness walk" it was very relaxing. Might even bring the kids here sometime for a little rock skipping. At least we wouldn't have to worry about any "sneaker waves."<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dvPBUTuf-18?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179149182719289585.post-86305557237815279622011-02-06T19:44:00.000-08:002011-02-06T20:04:09.737-08:00Walk 29: Hollywood Center (2 miles)Shortest walk so far, which was okay for today as I was getting over a little case of the crud and had to hurry back for the Super Bowl as well. Per the book, the walk is only 1 mile, but I stretched it out a bit by doubling back to the Jazzkat’s Coffee Bar for some decaf.<br /><br />First stop, Hollywood Theater, which features the “wildly ornamented façade” in front:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Gkp3zOKf0gbUL1J9SwUd7jAAxSUXjVjVXPyMLjZT62dc-_XoYKu9iu5NPtvXSKrKwMQUj0DUSPoNZ44sFwRVz7fL1tqS884zmtuu_R6MY5J1rIaY9fp6fTGYDig8TEDpSn5v2vB3b2AO/s1600/110206+004.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Gkp3zOKf0gbUL1J9SwUd7jAAxSUXjVjVXPyMLjZT62dc-_XoYKu9iu5NPtvXSKrKwMQUj0DUSPoNZ44sFwRVz7fL1tqS884zmtuu_R6MY5J1rIaY9fp6fTGYDig8TEDpSn5v2vB3b2AO/s320/110206+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570789012491411250" /></a><br /><br />Next came the Hollywood Library, which is the only Multnomah County library that I know of with apartments on top of it. That would be so fun to live up there! Picked up a Gladys Knight & The Pips "Gold" CD while I was there. Man that's good music for the soul.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihktAiW1bLh6yGRqny5WGw-34EYwL_bED8lgYymksGUHUuukbGuo1YDrS9C4-0nIdA_EVGxFjcX7yXv2km8d-wD_wy6Yv-sFjGq0utv_o0UoDKVhJXVM7B2iHS7ZQ75hr0_5BWTVYSVsD0/s1600/110206+005.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihktAiW1bLh6yGRqny5WGw-34EYwL_bED8lgYymksGUHUuukbGuo1YDrS9C4-0nIdA_EVGxFjcX7yXv2km8d-wD_wy6Yv-sFjGq0utv_o0UoDKVhJXVM7B2iHS7ZQ75hr0_5BWTVYSVsD0/s320/110206+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570789316342204882" /></a><br /><br />Toward the end of the walk I passed an antique store with a vast assortment of stuff, only a certain percentage of it actually meeting the “over 50 years old” definition. I saw this Rush album (34 years old) in very good condition (with thick plastic sleeve!) and couldn’t resist dropping five bucks for some nice wall art.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztOHcqWToxDWFlTtdxl2BL6fC9KZpuez7h7Mdd7Q_W12R76i9kV3pCuxgU9PINfydeYSSTM7u61vPXQMpD5W-MZYCfVsVt1snachmhpxZq5M_Gus8x33MG27v5u1rBTkdwiProEt6PG3Z/s1600/110206+012.jpg" target=" blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztOHcqWToxDWFlTtdxl2BL6fC9KZpuez7h7Mdd7Q_W12R76i9kV3pCuxgU9PINfydeYSSTM7u61vPXQMpD5W-MZYCfVsVt1snachmhpxZq5M_Gus8x33MG27v5u1rBTkdwiProEt6PG3Z/s320/110206+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570792459747248354" /></a><br /><br />All in all, a decent little city walk, short ‘n’ sweet, with a souvenir to take home.David Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16889695388678766007noreply@blogger.com3